“You will have to return something that was once stolen from here,” it said. “It dwells now within the palace of High Farrow. The Light Temple ruin.” Faythe didn’t have a second to spare or she would have laughed at the impossible task. “I will.” “If you do not, your soul will belong to my woods for all eternity.” “I said I’ll do it!” she yelled. Every second that passed was a second closer to Jakon’s heart stopping. “Then the bargain is struck.”