Searching through his memories Ambrose concentrated on Timora. Sire are you dying?” A now worried Roth said. XXX This of course scared Roth that Ambrose might have lost his mind. Nodding she laid down readying herself. “I am afraid that this is going to hurt my friend. I wish to call you by it and not young woman.”
The young woman smiled, then spoke lowly, “I am called Timora, my lord.”
Ambrose’s eyes went wide as he looked at the stricken faces of his knights. Sighing Ambrose again tried to raise the young woman off the ground. Checking her Ambrose nodded then checked her father. All are immune now!”
Ambrose nodded with a grim look. Roth’s head snapped up staring at Ambrose.




















