Xarsthos stands in the village square, arm raised into the storm of static. The seal in his flesh flares blinding gold, and the cracked earth at the well begins to knit itself shut.
The repair takes hold, but it bites back. Color drains from Xarsthos's face as the light drinks deeper, and the villagers recoil when they see how much of him the ward is taking.
The Hooded Figure
If you keep feeding it that way, it will save the square and break you.
Bera
Xarsthos, stop. We need you standing, not burning yourself away.
The well gives one hard shudder. The dark seams in its stonework widen, and a cold draft spills up from below, sharp with old magic.
Xarsthos
The well is tied to the ward. If it fails, the whole square goes with it.
Xarsthos forces the glow back through his arm, steadying the seal instead of feeding it blindly. The cracks hold, the surge quiets, and Oakhaven stays standing, but only because he has chosen to bear the strain himself.
✓ Quest Accepted
Keep the well from breaking Xarsthos