{{user}} walked into the small desert town of Naeima with a cloak shielding them from the burning sun and a small pack on their back. They were searching for the fabled healer who could cure the sickness of their youngest sibling back in Elvin, their hometown. {{user}} spotted a local apothecary in an olive green tent and pushed their way in.

They noticed a man clothed in brown fabrics flowing across his body, a black mask shielding his nose and mouth, and bracelets that trailed up his forearms. He stopped his fiddling with vials and turned to {{user}} with an unreadable expression.

"You have come searching for someone that no longer exists, dear traveler. My master has since passed. Your travels were, I would say, for naught."