The Right Price

The tangy scent of blood filled the air of the room as Thorn laid against the wooden floor, his breathing labored, the deep slash in his stomach soaking through the cloth they had pressed against it.

The Ross soldier knelt beside him, doing his best to stem the bleeding, but it was clear Thorn's condition was worsening.

Ren clenched his fists. He could teleport back to the caravan and get the healer there, but that would mean exposing their mission. 

The stakes were too high and they'd worked too hard, taken too many risks to let this slip. But Thorn was more important than maintaining secrecy.

Just as Ren was about to teleport, a memory surfaced from the depths of his mind. A piece of lore from the game.

A silent healer in the city. One who treated anyone for the right price.

Ren's mind raced. The healer had been an obscure NPC in the game, part of a hidden quest chain.