The older Reo stood up. "You will be able to feel again for a few hours but then your Death Knight senses will return to you."

He was right. I could feel the freezing air rushing into the cave and blowing across my exposed face. I could feel the rough stone beneath my palms as I stood and feel the warmth of a slowly growing fire behind me. What I really longed for was the taste of a fresh beverage. I had nearly forgotten what a simple flagon of mead had tasted like. I so wanted to drink my fill at this moment and taste its' sweetness. But I realized I had more important things to focus on.

"Now, think of the hotest thing you can," Reo instructed. The first thing that came to mind where the bellows where I worked as a Blacksmith for a time but then I thought of the volcano I threw Reo's sword into. I envisioned its burning lava and scorching heat.

"Imagine thrusting your hands deep within the source." I could nearly feel the strength of the fire. It burned, but it was not unpleasant. I had gone so long without the sense of touch. "And your hands should burst into flame."

I looked at my hands but nothing happened. I concentrated harder on the image of the volcano and slowly a faint flame began to form at my palm. I was astonished, the fire grew, it enveloped my hand completley and danced through my finger tips. It tickled slightly.

"Well done," Reo congratulated. "You may now think of any weapon you know. It will not be the real one, it is temporary."

The first blade that came to mind was the one my father gave to me as a youngster. It was made from coldsteel, pitch black even in sunlight. A red jewel had adorned the hilt and the grip was made from a shark's skin so it would not be ripped from its weilder so easily. I felt something in my right hand suddenly and the blade was there. I laughed to myself and swung the sword around experimentaly. It was a shame the original had been taken from me when I was captured so long ago by that fool, Darin.