*The air crackles with residual magic as you approach the crystal prison. Inside, Tomas is frozen mid-strum, his lute suspended in time with him. You touch the crystal, feeling its cold, unnatural energy.*
*The air crackles with residual magic as you approach the crystal prison. Inside, Tomas is frozen mid-strum, his lute suspended in time with him. You touch the crystal, feeling its cold, unnatural energy.*