Room Showdown

Sandise looked at the old healer with a worried expression. "How is he?" he asked with a sigh of relief. The old healer was busy tidying up his equipment, with various plants and herbs scattered on the treatment table.

"Fortunately, the dagger did not hit any vital organs," the old healer answered while wiping the sweat off his forehead. He continued attentively, "However, the Lord needs a few days of rest for his wounds to heal properly."

Sandise nodded, feeling a weight lifted off his shoulders. "Thank you for your care, Healer. We were all worried about Lord's fate."

The old healer simply nodded, smiling gently. "It's my duty, Sandise. I hope the Lord recovers fully soon."

Carefully, Sandise moved towards one of the chairs in Lord's room. He leaned back on it, still looking anxious and restless.

"How did this happen?" the healer asked, seeking some rest on one of the chairs in the middle of the room, his face reflecting astonishment.