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[color=orange][h2][b]Outside The Arena, Alvion[/b][/h2][/color]

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[b]"You want to sign up as a healer? Now?"[/b]

  Her once vexed expression crunched into a moment of bewilderment, nervousness then softened into quiet pondering.

[b]"That's fortiutous. Are you by any chance the replacement for [u]Hilda?[/u] She's been missing all morn and no one has seen her. I've sent word but The fights are going to take place in a few hours and --- nevermind!"[/b] The woman tucked her tresses behind her ears, she too was an elf though clearly not from Ispar.

[b]"So!"[/b] She calmed down slightly, going back to the cheery tone she was taught to address any and all who engaged the booth. [b]"How may I address you, miss? And what do you know of healing wounds?"[/b]

  She plucked out a small knife from under the table, blade surgically sharp. Placing it on the desk. It was just like one of the tests Gwyneira had back at school, the professors would test their students by asking them to knick themselves and repair the wounds with the spells they had previously learnt. The deeper the wound, the more advanced the class. The elf seemed in a hurry, usually these showcases were far more prepared and ceremoniious.


  


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