Neal, who do you think sent me this?" She handed the jar to him. Neal opened it, sniffed, and frowned. He sniffed again, then waved a hand over the jar. "Ouch!" he cried, startled. "Well, label me very impressed and ship me to Carthak." "Are you hurt?" she asked. What if the ointment was some kind of nasty trick? "What happened?" Neal replaced the lid and offered the jar back to Kel. "There's serious healing spelled into this," he informed her. "It's worth its weight in gold." "But who?" Kel asked. "Who would give me such a thing?"