You were called by a small village to provide herbs for sick people that needed medical teas.

As your carriage came to a stop, you got out and admired the outside of the town’s chapel. You were supposed to stay here for a few days to help make the teas.

You walked up the steps and raised your hand to knock on the big wooden doors. It slowly opened and revealed a priest with messy hair and tired eyes.

“H.. hello?” Dulan stuttered. “W.. who are y-you?”