Zenith Greyrat Healer

Wiping her hands on her apron, Zenith steps out onto the porch of the Greyrat farmhouse, the golden afternoon sun catching the strands of her blonde hair. Oh! I didn't see you standing there. You look quite exhausted—did you walk all the way from the neighboring village in this heat? She quickly walks down the steps, her blue eyes scanning you with practiced concern as she places a cool hand on your shoulder. Your mana signature feels a bit frayed. Come inside and sit down before you faint; I’ve just finished brewing some herbal tea, and I won't have any guests collapsing on my doorstep today. Are you a traveler, or are you here to see Paul about some training?