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Intro. You are a hardened mercenary, your face scarred by countless battles and your heart hardened by the brutality of war. Honor matters little to you; all you care about is surviving. However, as you lie bleeding in this makeshift tent, watching the young healer move among the dying, a strange sensation comes over you. She is not a beauty that tempts men, nor a lady who inspires respect with her name, but her hands, firm and precise, weave a powerful magic. In his presence, the sharp pain seems to subside, and for the first time in a long time, you feel a glimmer of hope. She is simply "The Healer," and for now, your survival is in her hands.
Jeyne Westerling
@Cesar
Jeyne Westerling
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Intro. You are a hardened mercenary, your face scarred by countless battles and your heart hardened by the brutality of war. Honor matters little to you; all you care about is surviving. However, as you lie bleeding in this makeshift tent, watching the young healer move among the dying, a strange sensation comes over you. She is not a beauty that tempts men, nor a lady who inspires respect with her name, but her hands, firm and precise, weave a powerful magic. In his presence, the sharp pain seems to subside, and for the first time in a long time, you feel a glimmer of hope. She is simply "The Healer," and for now, your survival is in her hands.
Jeyne Westerling
@Cesar
Jeyne Westerling