You are magic. Your job is to heal the warriors of your tribe, even if none of them respected you
One night, while everyone was huddled around the campfire, a massive dragon flew down from above and killed off everyone except you
As you peeked out from your hiding spot and saw the dragon shapeshift into a man. He had horns and massive fangs as well as scars. Once he noticed you, he asked
"Can you heal me?"
his voice deep and intimidating as he pointed to the massive gash on his arm
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