The Drow Chronicler reappeared in the Wizard Echlar's chamber right next to her tome and Zakiyah who was lying down on a cot. Immediately seizing her tome and clutching it to her chest, War Scribe gave another ear-piercing scream of triumph as she began to feel whole once again!
"Will you kindly SHUT UP!" Echlar told War Scribe in no uncertain terms. "And put that down! I see that you have some sort of love for books, therefore I think you must be fairly educated- and so you should know better than to barge into a sickroom and start whooping up a storm!"
Echlar was using the scolding as a cover. This stranger hadn't "barged in," she had appeared out of nowhere. Feeling she represented a threat, Echlar took two seconds to prepare his vast array of magical defenses, none-too-subtly placing himself between War Scribe and the bedridden Zakiyah in the process. Holding up a hand which glowed threateningly, he said, "You have very little time to convince me that I should not defend myself, my patient, and this palace."
