“Please,” the baker said. “You have to help me. She died in the night…”
The necromancer frowned and looked down at the jar in his hands. It was an interesting case, and he had brought back smaller creatures before, but yeast?
“I will try, but necromancy isn’t a miracle. I can bring it back, but it won’t be unchanged.”
“The taste shouldn’t be effected. I just need it to last long enough to make a new sourdough starter. A few days.”
The necromancer coaxed the dead yeast into rising again, but all the baker could create with it was unbread.