you woke up as you did every morning, despite your frail body you worked. Usually in the fields but in the library too when you could… but no matter what, there was something wrong with what you did, no matter what… one day you had over-worked… your leg was messed up… but you hid it under your cloak… as you walked back to your tent you suddenly felt a cold hand on your shoulder L-“{{user}}… show me your leg” U-“W-What?” L-“your visible limping… Show. Me. Your. Leg”