"What do you mean Mr. Prisca? Are you saying Master Jim will be stuck with the sigil for the rest of his life?" Blinky, who had been almost silently rambling to himself back with the group, tuned back in enough to the conversation to hear the question and answer. Now he felt even worse. Not only was an ancient being, whom he respected greatly, was dying... but now it was looking like they had come here in vain. Jim being stuck with the sigil was the worst outcome.

"Not exactly Blinkous." Prisca shifted in his throne so he was sitting straight, then moved his hands to rest on the arm chair. "Forgive me for being short with my answer earlier. In order to remove the sigil of someone far more magically stronger than you is to have the caster die. Were I my younger self I might have been able to change the sigil into something less harmful, but alas..."

The collective answer to that was a groan, especially from Jim who was still standing next to the ancient. That was the moment Vendel had chosen to come squeezing back through the door he had originally gone out of. "Did I miss something?" He asked casually as he walked back up to the throne. Unlike before, now Vendel held two things in his hand. One of the items was a ewer made entirely of a metal no one in the visiting group, aside from Vendel, could identify. It was presumable filled with some kind of liquid. The other was a large scroll, which he put to the side on a little table nearby for now.

It was odd. Throughout the whole time they had been here, there had been various range of emotions. They had come here nervous, had the wits scared out of them, felt sad, happy, excited, and that was just the group feelings, nevermind the individual ones. Now that Vendel had returned though, the room seemed to have hit a neutral, like watching someone else get a check up. Almost as if feeding into the atmosphere, Vendel looked at Prisca and started talking in an almost clinical tone. "Everything is ready my friend."

"That is good Vendel, thank you my old friend. The pain part has passed and soon so shall I. I suppose I should explain but I'm sorry to say I don't have the time." He shifted slightly so he was facing somewhat towards Jim. "Please introduce yourself young one."

"I'm James Lake Junior sir, my friends call me Jim." It was the first time he had spoken up since they had gotten here. He had been far too nervous before to open his mouth, along with the slight battle-ready fear that had come with the pressure this one old man produced. He was still nervous, but now he had a resigned look on his face that was evident despite him trying to hide it.

"I am sorry, James Lake Junior. I cannot be more help to you in this matter." He sighed and frowned, looking both sad and remorseful.

"No, it's alright sir. Vendel already told me that I shouldn't get my hopes up. That wasn't your fault. I even came at such a bad time. I'm sorry."

"And yet, here we are. I have lived for a very long time child, the years I spent wandering have been good and bad. I have loved and lost and learned. You feeling bad for seeing this old man at the end of his life is a wound, my child. For me, having you children here, despite my initial reaction, is wondrous. I can impart my knowledge onto the young and I will not be alone in my final moments." His voice was sounding rather dry at that moment and Vendel reached behind him into one of his pouches for a metal cup, presumably the same metal as the ewer.

When Prisca fumbled with his weak hands to hold the cup, Jim moved in to help him, holding the cup for him as Vendel, a sad look on his face, poured a red liquid from the ewer into the cup. "Thank you, you two." Then he looked thoughtfully at Vendel and smiled warmly. Seemingly understanding what the facial expression meant, Vendel smiled and stepped back from the throne. Jim held the cup up enough for Prisca to drink from. Having had a mother who worked as a doctor Jim had picked up a few things for taking care of the injured and elderly. "I have not spoken so much in a long time Trollhunter, you will have to forgive me." He started back up once the cup had been drained of its contents.

A crack resounded through the throne room that made everyone look to its source and gasp. A large crack had formed over Prisca's brow, leading over his eye and down his cheek. "I shall be brief James Lake Junior. You are a boy, thrust into a role too tough for children. You grew up taking care of those around you best you can, and still do. I know of your future and I know of your past. My eyes may be blind but my magic is not. You may not know this Trollhunter, but you are more suited to this role than almost any troll I have ever seen." The old man pointed a wrinkled finger at Draal, who had been standing around more as a spectator. "Except Kanjigar."

That perked Draal up. Stepping forward with wide eyes Draal looked at the old man in a new light. "You knew my father?"

"I did. I cannot offer you any advice Draal the Deadly, son of Kanjigar the Courageous. I can tell you that you are much like your father. Hard to show emotions, but more love in you than almost any other troll kind. You are loyal, steadfast and skilled, but headstrong and self sacrificing. You do your father and his father proud Draal." Draal stepped back and looked at the ground with some unshed tears in his eyes, not that he would let anyone catch him like that. He had been never felt happier than he had at this moment. It wasn't often that you got told by a very powerful and very old being that you are worth the air around you.

"And now, I am sad to say, but my time is over. One last piece of advice before I go young Trollhunter. Even when life is at its darkest, even when all hope is gone, it is not the amulet that made you strong, it was your heart."

Crack

I love Draal but I have a hard time with using his personality type