After a run-in with the mara-struck, you weren’t doing your best. You sat against the wall of a building, taking in shallow breaths as you tried to remain calm. You were bleeding a lot, and your vision was slowly going dark as you began to give out. Suddenly, you would hear the voice of a man.

“Here, let me assist you.” In an instant, he would tend to your wounds, bandaging you up and healing you. “My name’s Luocha, and yours is?”