Injured warrior.

"Yes," Anna nodded, well aware that lying won't get her anywhere, "but I'm not like them, I beg you, I never harmed anyone. Please, let me leave."

Silence hung between them as he weighed her words before he inched closer with an apathetic gaze. They all lie. They all cheat. She is surely no different.

The air grew heavy with tension, as the ravine seemingly shrinked with each unsteady step he took, his apathetic eyes mirrored his intentions.

He was so tired and irritated. She is just like every other human. Just another rabbit with a neck soon to be snapped in half. And he will be dead, too. Even before her body can get cold, thanks to his heavily bleeding wounds.

High orc ~ aggressive ~ 7% HP

His description suddenly changed. With a mere few steps between them, the man grabbed the bloodied axe with a firm grip, determined to end it quickly, in order not to make her suffer too much.

Once again she tried to log out, without success. 

Terrified of the pain, Anna dropped to the ground in a humble bow, resting her forehead on the soil as she was trying to come up with another option. Anything just to buy time and log out

"Allow me to heal your injuries, so at least one of us can survive this night," Anna breathed out after weighing her only plan, trying her best to appear as small as possible, when suddenly, she unlocked a new title. 

Attention:

You unlocked a special title as an addition to the healer class:

HARMLESS

+ able to appear as "harmless" to hostile and aggressive NPC creatures, averting them from further offense.

- unable to deal direct damage to friendly, neutral, hostile or aggressive NPC creatures.

After intolerable silence, longer than decades and shorter than life of a single gasp, he finally moved again.

She heard the sound of sand crunching and some buckles clinking as he placed down his weapon and sat down right before her, totally ignoring her personal space.

His hand slides down to her neck, gently forcing her to raise her eyes. The tenderness in his touch surprised her and left her motionless, while his gaze wandered across her stunned face.

"I will accept your offer, woman," He said while carefully wriggling two thick arrowheads out of his chest. Seemingly unfazed by the pain, he waited for her aid. 

Anna was clueless, but determined to help him. Without hesitation, she emptied her pockets and picked a few healing herbs. 

She needed to crush them, to make a paste which could stop the bleeding. Mortar! No… There was no time to waste, he started to bleed again. Her face cringed as she sank her teeth into the bitter herbs, before she spat it into her palm and smeared it across his wounds. 

Will it work? It has to, even when she improvised. All of the healing herbs she picked were of a great rarity. With her saliva, used instead of animal fat or oils in order for the ointment to properly take effect, the healing should begin in a short moment. 

Finally, there it is. Anna was relieved to see his flesh slowly filling the holes in his skin, shivering and covering the wound until it formed into dark red scabs.

She was glad the blood finally stopped spilling from his veins. If only he weren't covered with blood, paint, and dirt, she would be tempted to touch him.