"Hence the "as long as we don't need it" clause, hmm? While I feel it only polite to render some small payment to the imp for his services, I won't let it stand in the way of our ultimate goal. But yes, Sammael, I think that would be a prudent step to take. Is there a specific ritual we need follow, or is it as simple as wishing for immortality? If such a wish can be called simple."
Marlowe's eyes seem distant momentarily. "I recall a good three hundred and seventy nine mages on record who attempted to magic themselves into agelessness. Two hundred and sixteen of them were lucky and simply exploded from the strain. Another hundred and three mispronounced crucial words or made syntax errors and crumbled into dust, melted, or simply ended up in stasis. And then there was the Red Wizard Laydin." Marlowe smirks at the memory. "The Thayans were eventually forced to cordon the area off in a one mile radius. It also had the side effect of stunting their economic and magical growth for a year while they devoted their resources to curing the impotency."
