"So what are we going to next? we need to take care of your arm. My father knew at least four high-ranking healers." Sofia pointed at his arms as she gave her suggestions.
Fein gave a self-deprecating smile, "I would appreciate it, I can't get used to this feeling, and I don't want to get used to it. I miss my right hand, without it I felt uncomfortable. Now, I only want to head out of this place to get this matter done."
Sofia chuckled at this and she nodded her head. "Well, my father would surely help you out after all you save my life. I feel responsible for it also that I felt the need to do something or my conscience would eat me."
"Are you sure those healers can bring my right hand back?"
"Of course, they are credible as they are always gets commissioned by high-ranking people, their status is prestigious and many forces support them. Those who have a healer profession could only be counted by one hand."
