Everyone in the room could hear him chant these words over and over as a slight vibration began to be felt in the air. It was emanating from the water that had been given to Eldric. As if by magic, tendrils of the fluid snaked from the bucket, caressing the man's grievous injury. The liquid fingers worked with gentle determination, weaving the skin back together and sealing the once-gaping opening. Eldric's concentration was unwavering, but as the wound closed, he sensed something else amiss within the man's body. His brow furrowed in concern, and he knew that his work was far from over.
The young horse master, now a high priest, attuned his senses to the man's body, detecting the clean flow of water coursing through his veins. Amidst the harmony, he noticed a discordant note: a strange blockage near the man's heart. Eldric knew with unwavering certainty that if left unaddressed, this obstruction would claim the man's life within a year.