Healers and Old Crones
Camissa burst through the door to the Inn of the Turtle. She wore a scowl, like a wife tracking down an errant husband. "Get up. All of you. Rhaven needs us and you're sitting in here drinking!"
Darstan stood. "What do you want me to do? Die with him? I've lost my father, my friends—everyone I've ever known except Rahg and Tobias." Darstan stared into her eyes. "This is how I deal with it. This is my way. If I can't be happy, at least I can pretend to be."
“Don’t you care?” She screamed.
Darstan gently lifted her head. “I’m sorry, Camissa. We all care for Rhaven, and we'll do anything to help. Just tell us what we need to do."
"No one has been able to help. We need a healer. A real one. Please find one. And don't come back until you do."
She was halfway back to
