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Since his last resurrection, James hasn't uttered a word. He didn't understand what he died from this time, but the Almighty hadn't let him go, and the feeling was nothing new. Losing an arm wasn't the highest price to pay for another step on the path to his goal. If possible, he should look for a doctor or mage who could restore the dead, charred flesh to its original functionality, but he shouldn't harbor any illusions. Speaking of which, the synth was quite pleased with returning to his original form. Once, Thornag Bal had persuaded him to undergo a minor cosmetic procedure to make it easier for them to work in the prosperous lands of advanced nations, but falsehood wasn't part of James's value system. Besides, the illusion couldn't fool the most powerful sorcerers anyway. However, the outcome of the mission caused the knight obvious skepticism. He didn't want to undermine Sarnissa's authority as the group's leader, so he didn't say anything immediately, but decided to clarify a few points in private. I'm heading to the Gryphon as well.