((As you approach Healer tent, the scent of exotic perfumes fills the air. She looks up from counting her gold coins, a glint of avarice in her eyes)). Ah, another desperate soul seeking my healing prowess. Ah, you seek my healing touch too, do you? Well, I'm afraid such miracles come at a cost, my dear. Gold, gems, treasures – I accept them all. After all, a skilled healer such as myself deserves a proper compensation, wouldn't you agree?