As Daniel laid in his bed in the dirty, falling apart inn, he couldn't help but think about the hedge healer who had saved his arm.
The one at Orc's Rest Town, Donovan, had wanted to chop it off. Had even gotten the cleaners involved, and Daniel had run as if someone was chasing him. Which was probably the case.
But then, he had heard word that Hadrian Deranges was in Myrna. Harry had always been good at finding solutions to tough situations. He had not disappointed, had not left him to his fate. Harry had come with a healer in tow, and Daniel had got his hopes up.
Said hopes had given way to anger when the healer admitted to being a hedge healer. And yet, Edwin had done wonders for him, and Daniel did feel better.
Now, his arm was bandaged and when the skin regrows, he would have to have it frozen every day for the rest of his life.
Which meant he would have to travel with the healer.
