They had removed the guards to the wizard’s chambers and placed them on beds. Kizsemit could smell the sickly sweet smell and see the traces of green dust on the men’s nose hairs, determining they had been drugged by a potent sleeping spell. Kizsemit had quickly grabbed the antidote from his stores.
Adrian and Kizsemit were standing next to one of the guards as Roman, with Ricardo and Nikolai stood nearby watching. Kizsemit was holding the man’s head up and forcing a dark brown liquid down his throat.
“Easy…” Kizsemit said as the man suddenly sat up, coughing and trying to breathe. He looked up at Kizsemit and Adrian with large eyes.
“Master! Lady Anastasia…she was taken…” he went into a coughing fit again, the brown liquid gushing out of his mouth as Kizsemit held a cup under his chin
