He brought the boy out and inside where as I talked to the healer. "I have a young boy with me who need to be treated for severe wounds."
She nodded and leaned over to look at the boy, hissing as she got a good one. "Oh dear." She tsked. "He is very. ." Her voice died down and I could not hear anything else she said because she was busy examining his injuries with a horrifying expression.
"What happened to him?" She sniffed at the sight. "The poor boy looks like he was tortured." She looked at with accusing eyes which I did not bother of.
"He was." I murmured as I confirmed what she said. "I brought him from the market of flesh. Can he be treated?" I looked at the woman who glanced at me. "I want to know if he should be treated, any further in hopes of becoming well one day. Otherwise I believe. . . Freeing him would be a better option than giving him more pain." I looked away as I said it.
