An hour later, a knock came outside the door, and the head chief entered. "Done already?"
"Yes, head chief," answered the healer.
"Why are you lying at the stone table? You look like you've been hit by lightning. What happened to you?"
"There is nothing to worry about; I got a few drops of the green liquid, but I will be alright later." "I've already done the counterspell, and I'll be ready for the next few hours."
Lucinda grabbed a nearby chair and moved it next to the table where Mora resided. Then she sat down beside her. "Let's talk about something else, all right? I fear the mother church would be conspiring with someone. I heard about what happened at Redberg Moor and the supernatural rebellions. The church has spies everywhere."
"Is that so, head chief?"
