I fed it and kept it clean until its leg healed. It was a strong little dog.
(Good +1 and Healing +15)
I was twelve years old when tragedy struck. Rumors of trouble had been building for weeks, but as a kid, I never paid it any attention. One day, I saw the streets full of smoke. At first, I thought it was the great dragon Parnaxxus, breathing fire upon my small village. That wasn't the case; soon I learned that raiders were setting fire to houses and stores. Our small village was being attacked by…
I wondered where King Norbert was and why his soldiers weren't there to protect us. I later learned that most of Daria had been attacked that year. The king really had his hands full. I did the only thing I could think of.