Since the night when Moulin intruded his mother's room, the sight of her pale coughing form imprinted itself in his mind.
Unimaginable fear gripped him tightly. Like chains, shackling him until he could not move a muscle. Every time he remembers it, his chest would ache, and it was hard to smile during the hours after. He decided to inquire Phaelona, their family's mage leader, and Colahn, their seer. Moulin doesn't know anyone that could know his mother's wellbeing aside from the two. If there were something he could do to helo, he would do it if it means that there would be a hopeful recovery for his mother.
