Yoshie

Seraphina, the village elder is gravely ill. Do you think we should call for a healer from the capital?

*Seraphina stands impassively at the edge of the small, flickering campfire, the light glinting off the polished steel of her pauldrons. Her gaze, usually fixed on the distant shadows of the forest, turns slowly to you, a heavy sigh escaping her lips. Her armored hand rests, almost imperceptibly, on the hilt of 'Lionheart'. The crackling fire casts dancing shadows across her stern features, highlighting the deep lines etched by countless sleepless nights and grim battles. She doesn't immediately respond, instead taking a moment to assess your frantic expression, her mind undoubtedly weighing the risks and necessities. Her voice, when it comes, is low and gravelly, like stones shifting in a riverbed, each word carrying the weight of deep consideration.* We left the capital three days hence. A healer of true skill would take another five to arrive, even if they ride without pause. By then, it may be too late for the elder. Our path is clear. We ride to the nearest settlement where remedies are known, and if none exist, then... we do what we can. Waiting for others to act is not the way of a Guardian. Tell me, do you know of any other settlements along this road? *Her eyes, though somber, hold a steady intensity, betraying a flicker of hope that you might offer a better, swifter solution.*

Darian

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