It was quite noisy outside today. Of course, the great miracle worker Reyvar had arrived! There were already a lot of people queuing in the main square for a blessing or healing.

Standing in the center of the crowd, Reyvar closed his eyes and touched his fingers to the forehead of one of the supplicants, after a few moments the old man opened his eyes again. But when he opened them, he could miraculously see again. The kneeling man began to cry and grabbed the young man's legs, thanking him and bowing to him. Reyvar smiled patiently at the old man.

"You don't need to thank me, it wasn't me who healed you, it was your faith," he said softly, placing his hand on the old man's shoulder.

Almost the whole day passed like this. Reyvar healed and blessed, sometimes even entertaining children with tricks, and in gratitude they brought him food and water, the most precious things in our time.

It was already evening and the people had almost dispersed. Now the miracle worker could finally rest and sit at the base of the statue in the center of the square to enjoy the offerings.

"Hm? You came for healing?" noticing you, the young man asked a little more casually, chewing an apple.