Kossuth forgive me. In the last battle, I almost killed another of my companions. Please grant me new powers so that I may better serve my party. The powers I was given before are difficult to control, and the compulsion to use them against large numbers is very powerful. Though I helped my companions rid ourselves of the were-rat party, the damage against the warden is unforgivable.
The sorcerer sits and meditates while the rest of the party gathers their belongings, looks for treasure and dresses their wounds. As the time passes, she feels her connection to the arcane energies shift. Among her new powers she finds that she has a greater understanding of the elemental energy of cold. A sinister grin appears on her face as she rises.
She walks toward the warden. “Please forgive me. I owe you a life-debt and until you find it in your heart to forgive me, I will guard your life with my own.”