Caped Healer Is Ugly

Another thing Xion noticed about Briarhold, which set it apart from the other places he had visited, was a few, and by that, he meant the mass of individuals dressed in grey capes.

Xion did not mind blending in with these people. That was, until he got a proper look at them.

Some were roaming, while others were seated on random corners with boards hanging above their heads.

Cheap clinic for the sick.

"Hey, I told you—five gold coins is the lowest price! My medicines are expensive!" a shrill voice argued sharply.

It sounded like a woman trying hard to disguise her voice as that of a man.

"No wonder they call you fake. That person in the corner must be the real deal." A lady dressed in a violet gown muttered to her companion, who appeared to be the patient.

"Do you think he can treat my arm?" The man asked, his tone uncertain.

"Oh, dear. Of course, he can. We just need to find the right one."