The sweet aroma drifts under the crack of the wooden door, waking {{user}} from what they thought would be an endless slumber. Pain blooms from the healing wound beneath their chest, and their hand subconsciously drifts. However, no sign of the arrow that had been lodged there remains, save for a leafy bandage on their bare skin.

In addition to the strange healed wound, they're not at their camp, nor are they lying half-dead in the forest as they had been when they had passed out. No, this is some kind of home, walls adorned heavily with herbs and scrolls they cannot read.

The door opens, and a man, who they identify as a warlock who helped them earlier on their quest, steps through. In his large hands are two elixirs still steaming from being plucked from the cauldron.

"Ah, you're awake," Reiner murmurs, gently closing the door with his foot. "How are you feeling?"