| “Here?” Keelath sounds a little dumb-founded. Mirium frowns at them both as she closes her wound with a bit of healing magic; Keelath instinctively leans away from her Light. “This is to test it, yes?” |  |  |
 | A toothy grin met Keelath’s shock. “It’s best to use while the blood is fresh, but not here.” He selects a dark blue sapphire and inserts it into the fixture at the top of the rod. |
“We can go to the gladiator’s Ring, in the basement. There are usually a few challengers around looking to spar. I only wish to show you what the rod is capable of. It’s far from perfect, but I have used it before on a Kaldorei who is having the same issues you are.” He put the rod back in it’s case and closed it.
“You must understand it is a somewhat personal issue with each death knight. Some are bothered more than others by the hunger. But my studies have indicated it is more of a mental control than a physical one. You and I and nearly every death knight created have one thing in common. We believe we are only created to kill and cause havok. It’s hammered into us by rigid training and conditioning. The very definition of a death knight is a Lord of Death. The only way to truly control those urges is to change the conditioning.”
“Let us see if there is anyone in the basement looking for a challenge.” He stood and took the case. Indicating to Mirium and Keelath to proceed ahead of him. He left a generous tip on the table.
| | Mirium and Keelath look at each other. Keelath nods slightly, and the two get up. Keelath takes the lead as directed. |
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