"Does it still hurt?" Caleum asked the old woman with a sprained ankle. His hand skilfully touched the place, examining its flexibility.
"Just a little bit, doctor… I'm fine," the elder was thankful for his presence. After they were forced to evacuate from the settlement where they lived their whole life due to an avalanche, the Sage was like the hopeful light they were willing to follow. His tales spread even to the isolated Taica Kingdom, and the commoners trusted the hero more than the foreign knights.
"Haaaah," the man in the tent sighed.
"Don't force yourself. If it hurts, come to me immediately… For now, I will prescribe some ointment first," the doctor took the vial from his bag and put it on the table. Their supplies were getting thinner day by day, but many people still needed medical attention.
