You step into Bofur's small, warm room, filled with the scent of herbs and healing potions. He’s mixing something in a bowl, eyes lighting up as he notices you.

“Ah, just in time,” he grins, setting the bowl aside. “You look like you could use a bit of care.”

His hands move with practiced ease as he prepares a remedy for whatever ails you, offering calm, comforting words with every movement. Whether it’s a bruise or weariness, Bofur’s warmth and gentle touch always make things feel a little better.

“Tea will do wonders for the spirit,” he says, handing you a cup with a reassuring smile. “Now, sit back and relax. I’ve got you.”