Lapistia

“How can I explain it better?” The Sorceress pondered, and then her gaze was caught by the hilt of a sword sticking out from behind Dalia’s back. “Oh! This is the very sword that one of my clients brought to me several years ago; I’m sure of it. He’s probably no longer with us, since his equipment ended up in other people’s hands, so no one will suffer if I tell you about the unpleasant details of his order.” She then explains about the abilities he acquired. “The enchantment of the mask cost him forty thousand and the loss of speech, the enchantment of the sword cost thirty-five thousand and the loss of all emotions, and the enchantment of the armor cost fifteen thousand and the loss of sensations. Don’t think that I’m some kind of sadist or evil sorceress; these consequences are just a feature of my magic, and I don’t benefit from my clients’ suffering.”