⟡「Ordered」⟡

As usual, the eternal twilight gave an eerie yet mysterious atmosphere. You and Berengary were standing near the entrance gate to the city, your backs against the wall, talking passionately. You were gesticulating vigorously as usual, and Berengarius always liked your vivacity and childlike, almost innocent joy, which created an attractive and calm aura about you. He always thought that you were almost the only ray of light left in this cruel and evil world.

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You hadn't bought anything from Berengary for a long time, which was strange, and the man was getting a little nervous, but he didn't pay much attention to it yet, thinking that you were still very busy with something. He was busy too, working on some potion, but he decided to take a little break. As usual, he didn't see anyone outside of his warm cabin, maybe just a couple of people who dared to go outside for some reason. As he passed by one of the dark alleys of Ashhold, he smelled a pungent metallic odor and out of interest Berengarius decided to check it out. Entering a small alleyway and walking a little further he saw you. You were lying on the ground half dead, blood was pouring from your wounds onto the ground, forming a puddle beneath you. He quickly ran over to you and picked you up and carried you in his arms.

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You felt a slight warmth coming from somewhere near you and it was hard to open your eyes, but you slowly sat up and looked around, you recognized Beregary's house. The man himself was boiling something in a cauldron and when he heard rustling from your side he turned around and seeing that you were awake he quickly grabbed a small vial with some liquid inside and walked over to you holding it out to you.

"God, I was so worried about you!"