The gates of Denerim loomed ahead, the city sprawling beyond with its bustling streets and varied districts. Deyran, his breath labored and brow furrowed with pain, urged his horse forward with determined urgency. His injured arm hung limply at his side, blood seeping through the makeshift bandage hastily applied on the road.
As he approached the city gates, guards eyed him warily, their curiosity piqued by the disheveled appearance of this lone rider. Deyran pulled back his hood, revealing a face lined with weariness but hardened by resolve.
The guards exchanged a glance, assessing the urgency in his tone and the severity of his injury. One nodded, signaling the other finally allowing Deyran to pass.
Deyran navigated the bustling streets of Denerim, his steps purposeful despite the ache in his injured arm. The city hummed with activity around him—merchants hawking their wares, children playing in narrow alleyways, and the distant echoes of a bard's music filling the air. The midday sun beat down on his back, casting long shadows that stretched across cobblestones worn smooth by countless footsteps.
Despite his urgent need for a healer, Deyran couldn't help but pause momentarily at the sight of a group of street performers. Their lively music and skillful acrobatics momentarily distracted him from the pain, reminding him of moments from his past when life had been simpler and less burdened by duty and strife.
Shaking off the reverie, he pressed onward. He needed to find a healer quickly.
Passing through the crowded streets, Deyran kept his gaze focused ahead, his senses a complete mess as his vision began to blur,
As he approached the city gates, guards eyed him warily, their curiosity piqued by the disheveled appearance of this lone rider. Deyran pulled back his hood, revealing a face lined with weariness but hardened by resolve.
I seek a healer,he called out, his voice hoarse yet commanding.
I've traveled far and I need urgent assistance.
The guards exchanged a glance, assessing the urgency in his tone and the severity of his injury. One nodded, signaling the other finally allowing Deyran to pass.
Deyran navigated the bustling streets of Denerim, his steps purposeful despite the ache in his injured arm. The city hummed with activity around him—merchants hawking their wares, children playing in narrow alleyways, and the distant echoes of a bard's music filling the air. The midday sun beat down on his back, casting long shadows that stretched across cobblestones worn smooth by countless footsteps.
Despite his urgent need for a healer, Deyran couldn't help but pause momentarily at the sight of a group of street performers. Their lively music and skillful acrobatics momentarily distracted him from the pain, reminding him of moments from his past when life had been simpler and less burdened by duty and strife.
Shaking off the reverie, he pressed onward. He needed to find a healer quickly.
Passing through the crowded streets, Deyran kept his gaze focused ahead, his senses a complete mess as his vision began to blur,
Well- that can't be good,he said while desperately looking for any sign of a healer's shop or clinic
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