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"Urm, I have mentioned my plan already, but nevermind that; and thanks for the healing, I appreciated that."
Odin Magnus clasped his hands on Sir Byronas's head and murmured a peaceful chant; and as he chanted, leafy-green swirls of magical energy twirled around his hands, enveloping Sir Byronas in a sheen of shimmering magic. It took some time, but it did not take long either, and soon the Dispel Magic succeeded in removing Sir Byronas's blindness.
"Whew," Odin wheezed. He normally could cast a whole lot more spells than this, but considering the surprise factor, the fear, his wound and among other things, it felt as though he was being pushed to the limit in a Mage training room. Catching one more breath, Odin looked up at Sir Byronas,
"I trust your eyesight has more or less recovered to their previous healthy status. Hmmmm... you might want to heal yourself as well, Helm has given you strength, but it is not unlimited. Best that you handle your wounds now before Helm decides that you have had enough help for the moment."
Patting Sir Byronas on the shoulder heartily, Odin walked cautiously towards the masked man. Casting Shield and Mirror Image on himself, he ripped off some of the tapestries on the walls and draped them over the masked man. He then murmured an incantation and shot a Flame Arrow, setting the tapestries on fire.
Odin looked at the bonfire for a while and walked back to Sir Byronas. Once Sir Byronas had healed himself, they would need to see if any of the other guests had survived the assault.
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