For the past few days Namara was just relaxing while recovering. The result is very good. The wound on her stomach had healed, only the scar that was hard to disappear was left.
That also applies to the former hot lava droplets. Her burn scars required special medicine, such as the special powder that Master Orsley had given her. Unfortunately the magic powder had run out.
Namara sighed. Okay. For now she would not care about the scars. After all, it won't be seen by anyone. And it's not that important.
Already since morning he saw several people going back and forth to see how she was. However, that didn't move her heart. She also knew that they only wanted to be on good terms with her. They just want to profit from it.
Boring.
"Miss, once again congratulations on your recovery. We are waiting for the good news for the inauguration of the new clan head," said a man who then held out a large box to Namara.
