After what seemed like hours the cat finally runs over to Xardorasch and licks his poor frost bitten hand. "It's time. Now, you must open her mouth and poor this potion down her throat. It will take a few moments, but within a few minutes she should awaken. She probably won't remember who she is at first, so be warned." and with that, the cat runs off again.
Xardorasch mumbles to himself all kinds of curses for being stuck in this situation. All he wanted was some gold.
