Serilom Orrentius is facing the gallows after using his illusions to win his wife in an auction. The magic he has known for his entire life has been stripped from him and he is now a lost-mage. As a lost-mage, the only fate that awaits him is certain death. The guard captain nods to the hooded executioner who steps forward and slides the rough rope around Serilom's neck, just as the amulet had been placed the day before. The amulet had taken his magic and this will take his life. It is tightened and the executioner steps back to the lever in the stage. "May the Honored accept your soul." The executioner calls out. Those are the last words Serilom hears before the executioner's hand pulls the lever, the floor drops out from under his feet, and the rope tightens with his weight. The rope snaps.