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who?” Jenna asked.
    “By an enemy. Either an enemy of your own or an enemy to your Empire,” Kiltyrn said. “This is no simple feat. It requires a great deal of magical talent to craft a weapon capable of doing this. I did not think anyone was still alive that could do so. For an assassin to possess the skill and magic necessary to infiltrate the private rooms here tells us that this must be a very well funded operation.”
    “Can she be saved?” Dexter blurted out. He’d all but ignored everything the elder had said, focusing instead on when the ancient elf had said about her body fading within a matter of days. “If her body’s still alive for a few days, can we put her soul back in it?”
    Kiltyrn bowed his head, pondering the question. He nodded a few times then raised it up to stare at Dexter with his strangely luminous eyes. “It’s never been done, but that doesn’t mean it can’t be. The process is simple in theory. The problem is the trap that holds her soul will not let her go without having her soul replaced with another.”
    “We destroy it then,” Dexter grunted. “Not the first time we’ve done it.”
    “No, it’s not,” Kiltyrn let a sad smile tilt his lips upward. “But her soul would not survive the destruction of the cage, nor would whoever destroyed it.”
    Dexter scowled. “Heard that before , too. I’ll take my chances. Now where do I find the son of a bitch that done this?”
    “After the flash of ancient necromancy the assassin disappeared from our sight,” Kiltyrn said. “I can only offer one final bit of hope, though I fear it may be your undoing.”
    “What hope?” Jenna snapped, clinging to his words.
    “I can put this body in a state of suspension. Months will pass before it feels another day.”
    “I’m not sure why that’s a bad thing?” Dexter asked.
    “You could spend the rest of your life searching for something you may never find. It might be wiser to stay here and finish what you’ve started. This fool’s errand might be the point behind this attack.”
    “Admiral, I’ll go,” Tasha interrupted, stepping forward. “Jia’s the daughter I’ve never had. I love her more than I value my own life. I won’t stop until I find her.”
    Dexter held up his hand. “That’s enough, Tasha.”
    “Sir, I—”
    “I said that’s enough!” Dexter snapped. “Freezing time or not, I don’t got the time to listen to you babble about how important Jia is.” He turned to look at Xander and the wizard’s scantily clad apprentice. “Wizard, I need you.”
    Xander frowned. “I’m not much use with necromancy. Besides, wouldn’t you want someone more skilled with combat magic? You have a habit of finding people that want to kill you wherever you go.”
    “I want you. Either you come willingly or I knock you on your arse and you wake up on the ‘Hawk.”
    Xander sighed. “ Then I’m yours. Trilliana, this will serve as a test of your ability to use magic in the face of adversity.”
    Dexter nodded then turned back to face his wife. He saw the tension in her body and hoped she wouldn’t snap like an over-wound bowstring when he reached out to take her hand. “I’ll find her and bring her back.”
    “No, we’ll find her,” Jenna squeezed his hand. She turned her head towards the door. “Captain Lucemius! Have the nobles assemble. They have thirty minutes and not one minute longer. I will address them.”
    The elf that Dexter had punched bowed to her from the doorway. Dexter noted he didn’t dare step foot into the room. He also noted the elf’s swollen lip. “Tasha, stay with Jia. Keshira ready the ‘Hawk. I’ll pick up a few more people we need and meet you there.”
    “Good, I’ll be there as soon as I finish with the council,” Jenna said. “Elder, what preparations must you make for Jianna?”
    “I think you make a grave error,” Kiltyrn said. He waved his hand over Jianna’s body, sprinkling a fine dust he’d taken from his pocket over