Lein nodded quickly, a spark of hope kindling in his chest. If someone this powerful was personally intervening, they might have a real chance to bring Dragnar back.
Suddenly, a voice both heavy and soft brushed against his ears:
"Young man," Yefta spoke slowly, his voice deep and faintly echoing. "Do you have any object,any artifact,bearing a strong connection to the one trapped within?"
Lein pondered briefly. Then remembered.
"Would a Contract Scroll work?" he asked, producing an ancient scroll with a golden seal,the very one binding him as master to Dragnar's servitude.
Yefta raised a thin brow. "Even better," he said. "Hand it to me."
Lein passed it over with both hands.
Yefta accepted it without a word, then closed his eyes. Instantly, a gentle pressure began saturating the air.
But it didn't last.
