"Excuse me, are you Nyla, the healer?" the soldier inquired, his tone respectful yet tinged with urgency.
Nyla regarded him with a curious expression. "Yes, I am she. How may I assist you?" she replied, her voice warm with hospitality.
The soldier's demeanor was earnest as he relayed his inquiry. "I am tasked with gathering information about a man named Jude, who sought your aid. He seemed urgent. Can you tell me what transpired?" he asked, his tone tinged with intrigue.
Nyla's brow furrowed slightly as she recounted the events of the evening. "Jude and his companions brought a pregnant woman to me. She was experiencing significant discomfort, likely due to digestion issues exacerbated by her condition," she explained, her words measured yet imbued with compassion.
