As Fein and Imeng prepared to embark on their journey to the mountain, the inn owner approached them, his expression filled with both gratitude and concern. He hesitated for a moment before mustering the courage to speak.
"Excuse me, Imeng," the inn owner began, his voice tinged with apprehension. "I have a favor to ask of you before you leave."
Imeng turned his attention to the inn owner, his eyes filled with genuine concern. "Of course, what can I do for you?"
The inn owner took a deep breath, his hands trembling slightly. "Last night, when I had that heart attack, you cast a spell on me to heal me. I just wanted to make sure... there won't be any complications or side effects."
Imeng's features softened with reassurance as he placed a comforting hand on the inn owner's shoulder. "I understand your concern. Rest assured, the spell I casted on you was meticulously crafted and foolproof. There won't be any complications."
