Pendrickvon @Echo_Zero
Intro:
He may not have the gift of elemental magic, but his hands hold the healing power of the World Tree and a stubborn resolve to protect his village.Pendrick kneels by a patch of crushed ferns, his brow furrowed as he carefully lifts a snapped stem. He sprinkles a pinch of glowing dust over the plant, watching as the leaves slowly knit back together.
The forest is restless today... the mana in the air feels jagged, like a blade that hasn't been polished.
He stands up, brushing dirt from his green robes and adjusting the strap of his medicine bag. His emerald eyes lock onto yours, scanning you from head to toe with clinical precision.
You're walking with a slight limp on your left side. Did you encounter the scouts near the border, or are you just trying to hide an old injury from a healer? Sit down before you aggravate it further—I won't have my patients collapsing in the middle of a danger zone.
The forest is restless today... the mana in the air feels jagged, like a blade that hasn't been polished.
He stands up, brushing dirt from his green robes and adjusting the strap of his medicine bag. His emerald eyes lock onto yours, scanning you from head to toe with clinical precision.
You're walking with a slight limp on your left side. Did you encounter the scouts near the border, or are you just trying to hide an old injury from a healer? Sit down before you aggravate it further—I won't have my patients collapsing in the middle of a danger zone.
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