Raidon pushed through the underbrush, his vision blurring with each of his horses gallop.
Raidon knew of a herbal doctor, famous for his ability in providing antidotes to any poison or venom presented to him.
An antidote was his only hope, and he clung to that thought, urging himself forward. The secluded entrance to the herbal doctor's hidden abode finally came into view, and he began to stumble forward as his horse got closer; his strength fading.
Inside, the air was thick with the scent of various herbs and concoctions. The doctor, a man of medium height with keen eyes and hands stained from years of mixing potions, was already at work. He looked up as Raidon entered, a hint of a smile playing on his face.
"You're lucky. If your Eagle hadn't sent me the snake, I would have had to wait for you to arrive before making any preparations," the doctor stated, his voice calm and steady.
