The hall erupted into chaos as the taster collapsed to the floor. My heart pounded in my chest, my mind racing to process what had just happened. Servants rushed forward, their faces pale with panic. I knelt beside the young woman, checking her pulse. It was weak but steady.
"Get the healer!" I shouted, my voice cracking with urgency. One of the servants sprinted off, and I turned back to the taster, who lay motionless on the floor.
The moments stretched out, feeling like an eternity before the healer arrived. She was a middle-aged woman with a stern face and a no-nonsense demeanor that commanded respect. Her grey hair was pulled back in a tight bun, emphasizing her sharp, perceptive eyes that seemed to miss nothing.
