Pretending to be a Healer

Ohh I'm sorry. I forgot that you couldn't speak,” Fina rubbed her hair embarrassed at the mistake.

“This is a healer, I happened to meet him while i was in the market,” She explained, turning her head to Tultul, “This is my younger brother Fiston also called Fist whose already growing strong at his age,”

Fiston squinted his eyes at the stranger with a straw hat “Sis, how sure are you that he is what he claims to be?”

Fina stretched her hand to him “Well, the weaving style of his basket, the white clothes he's dressed in as well as the herbs in his basket and the weapon at his back. These are what distinguish a healer,” She pointed out.

Fiston eyes beamed at her points, “Really?!”

Not sooner had he let his guard down did he began to complement this stranger which he had become a fan of in the process. “It's fascinating, you get to travel around bringing medicine to many others around and helping to treat injuries and diseases of those you meet along the way,”