The Head healer walked along the hallway, his steps muffled. His face was calm and composed, but inside, his mind was a rolling mass of conflicting emotions.
He wore a long dark robe, his hands hidden behind leather gloves, and his eyes hooded.
Soon he reached a metal door that was guarded by Soulbearers guards with red eyes.
He slowed his steps. "I'm here to take a look at the patient."
His voice was calm and warm.
The Soulbearers nodded and stood out of the way. Warriors, soldiers, and almost everyone else don't want to do anything to offend healers, especially the Head healer of Kragthar.
He smiled gently in return and went into the room, the door locked behind him.
"It's almost as if they could really guard against what's in this room," he muttered as he looked around.
The room was in near darkness with just enough light to see the large bed that took the middle and the person on it.
