Savtua Swamp

The diamonds, just as Bil was taught, are arranged over the deceased like a shimmering mail. When the divine spark of life is invested into this layer of diamonds, there is a moment of stillness, where nothing happens. Then the loudest crick-CRACK any of you have heard as the grievous neck injury given to Jason by the wolf is undone. Then, almost like layers of sand being washed off by a tide, the worst of his wounds melt away. There is a gasp of air, followed by the once-dead man sitting up and slapping at his neck franticly. After a few moments of doing this, he settled down and looked anxiously over the assembled party.

"Well ****, I think I died John." He takes some experimental deep breaths. "I'm feeling much better, though!"