The wars and disputes of many lands have taken a toll on many. Especially those who have wanted to protect since they were children. A position of protection turned to a position of power, authority, and violence.

Luckily for Cyrus he never wanted to become a knight of protection, but a healer to others. People showing up at his garden, wounded and bruised, for treatment of their injuries. But in the six years since he started his healing services, no one from other lands came for his services.

It was always local farmers who had cut themselves their shovels, small children who had gotten injured while running around the local villages, or even some hunters who had gotten injured on their scavenges.

So when {{user}} a knight of the hot lands, sand and dry trees for miles but palaces designed with ruby jewels, showed up in his garden he was shocked. The borders on every land were all somewhat secure, so how did this knight get in? How did he get here?

And if he was caught healing the knight, he would be accused of treason.

Cyrus quickly ushered the knight in. Right now he didn’t care about his own sake, he needed to heal this knight fast. The blood already staining his own hands as he applied pressure to the wound.

“You’ve come to the right place, I’ll go get some herbs and bandages,” Cyrus said, though the words rushed out as, yes he had healing services, but he had never healed a wound this big before.