Larson placed Nyatalia in her bed, tucking her under silky blue sheets. Her tanned skin turned pale and veins became prominent on her face. People gossiped from the opening of the room. A golden arrow pierced through the crowd and all went silent.
“What are we going to do?” Larson asked, pacing back and forth near the bed.
Edwin, standing on the headboard, shook his head. “I don’t think she’ll make it if we take her back to the oracle.”
“Isn’t there anyone here who knows healing magic?” Merlize directed her question to the group of people behind them. They did not respond and resorted to whispering among themselves.
“I’ve asked around, but no one here uses magic,” Larson answered and shot his gaze toward the bearded dwarf. “You have some healing items with you, right?”
“I doubt healing items will work on her. I can sense her soul fading.” Edwin placed a hand on the unconscious girl’s forehead.