The Infirmary

You have entered a rather large room. Moans, and the smell of blood permiate the air. Dozens of people, from all walks of life, from adventurers to the common citizenry of Shard are here, waiting for their turn at getting healed. Healed by the people, seemingly like wisps, dancing from one person to the next. Each person is touched by hands in different condition, but not one is without wounds. These people are the Empaths, taking the wounds of the world, and making them their own. These people work hard to keep the Elanthians healthy.

Among those brave men and women, one seems to stand out, his long platinum colored hair never shifts as he moves, and the quietness of his voice never changes as he consoles his patients, doing his best to keep spirits up. Nuark Craylys seems to have caught your eye, and as he stands from his latest Healing, you seem to catch his. Walking over to you, he calmly touches you on the forehead, and you body is filled with sensation as your wounds begin to tingle. Soon enough, your wounds begin disappearing, and appearing on him! All the while, Nuark looks at you curiously with big violet eyes, As if there was something on his mind, that is just out of reach of his tongue.

Nuark quickly finishes, announcing that you are all healed, before turning toward another person. Nuark stops and ponders for a moment, before turning back to face you.

"Is there something I can do for you, my friend?" he inquires. You nod, as a list of questions flashes into your mind.

"What exactly are Empaths, and how do they do what they do?"

"Could you tell me a bit about yourself?"

"Could you tell me about this city?"

 
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