My wife once crossed a warlock, and has since been beset by demons and other sorceries foul. The hour? Late. The damage to her portable crystal ball (or smart phone, as the peasants say)? Severe. Enter Lamaar, of House Elliot. They were soon to retire for the day, but in his eye twinkled the resolve of a man who has known loss, and who will never see another bear this pain, so long as he still draws breath from this wretched world.
With great skill and alacrity, the artificer restored what was once believed lost, and for no measurable difference in coin than the carrier's detestable insurance plans, save for the monthly blood they squeeze.
The end result? Pristine. The quality of service? Above and beyond. Highly recommended, unless you are a warlock.