Our encounter

I decided to go to the Baloit's lair and I prepared five potions for the journey. Three with healing properties as I knew it would be foolish to leave without having one and two attack type spells. It was all I could carry on hand without it taking a toll on my already average swordsmanship.

I managed to get to the head of layer after fighting of a really powerful undead, golems and even low level demons. It was hell to say the least, by the time I reached the the eye of the layer where sun light was stored I was too weak to move, my body was battered with thick red blood running down my already ravaged clothes. In that moment the stench of blood and sweat filled my lungs, I knew I could go no further, I was going to die. I had prepared myself for the worst beforehand but I had at least hoped to see him, the man who called for me, I had hoped to answer his call.

As if something from a fairytale he appeared to me. "An angel," I said as I gazed upon the glistening light that enveloped him, it seemed as gentle as a dove as well as fierce like that of a raging fire. In his presence all the monsters of the cave took to one knee and bowed, It wasn't hard to see he was familiar with them.He stood in the middle of them as they exchanged pleasant smiles and what I believe to be greetings. Though I could not be certain as they spoke in a dialect I could not understand.

"Thank you for accepting my invitation," he started, "it couldn't have been easy for you. I hope you will excuse my lack of hospitality towards you we don't get many visitors. Now be free of all pain."

As he spoke these words I could feel my pain in my wounds disappearing. These injuries that I was so sure I would die from were gone at a wave of his hand.

Who was he? Who in this world could heal the wounds of a man at deaths door with ease? Even priests or the greatest of alchemist would not be able to fathom this power.