He watched her leave and went ahead. There, people sat behind desks in green robes. He walked to a table and dropped his pouch. I need a doctor, my father is sick.
"Thirty yoks for home visits," a man seated at the desk said. Rye poured the bag of coins and counted out thirty yoks.
He put it inside the coin pouch and handed it over to the man. He scraped off a few remaining coins from the table.
The man then handed him a piece of paper which he took to the receptionist.
As he waited at the receptionist's desk. A man walked over to them.
"Rye, this is Bond. He will be your healer," the receptionist announced. Rye turned around to see a young man with a chiseled jawline and straight Auburn hair he tied in a bun.
Rye got up and shook his hand. They made their way to Rue's house where his father was still sleeping.
Bond placed his hands over him, and a faint glow emanated from them. It lasted for about thirty seconds.
After he reached into his bag and handed Rye a potion.
"He is to take his once a day. Also, he needs a lot of rest," Bond explained as he handed the potion to Rye. Rye nodded in agreement.
Rye put down the potion and walked Bond out. As Bond walked away he picked up a stick that leaned against a tree.
Under the tree, he swung the stick until it got dark. When he went back into the house. His father was kneeling beside a fire.
"Dad, how are you feeling?" Rye walked over to him and asked.
"Fine, I told you. I just needed some rest." his father got up from behind the fire pit. He knelt by the bed and waved his hand under the bed.
'Calling for a healer was the right thing. Thirty yoks is expensive but it is worth it," Rye thought as he watched his father move around. He could not help but smile.
"What are you looking for?" he asked taking a seat on a stool by the firepit.
"This!" his father pulled out a chest. Rye walked over to him.
"This is what I got from selling the farm. Two thousand yoks, with this you can do a lot," his father said and opened the chest.
"I told you not to," Rye replied.
"Come on, supper is ready," his father tapped him on the back.
Rye woke up early the next morning to practice his swing. After hours of training, he went back to the room to see his father still sleeping.
"Dad, you need to wake up. You have to take your medicine," Rye called but when there was no response. He shook him but his father stayed asleep.
His heart pounded, he shook him harder.
"Dad! Wake up!"
Rye sat him up on the bed, and he hugged him tightly. Tears rolled down his cheek soiling his father's clothes. He rocked back and forth as he held him tightly.
'He was fine, or did the healer con me?'
Rye thought, he gently laid his father on the bed. He took the potion the healer gave him. He opened it and sniffed it. He then dipped his hand in it and tasted it.
He smashed it on the ground and flipped a table. He screamed and fell to his knees. He got up and wiped the tears off his face.
Rye ran to the Healers Guild. He entered the building and looked around for the receptionist he had talked to the day before.
Immediately he saw her, he charged at her.
"He is dead! You did not heal him and now he is dead," Rye screamed and everyone watched him.
"Sir, you can make a report if there is a problem with a service," the receptionist pointed to a door.
Rye grabbed onto her clothes.
"Report, making a report won't bring him back," Rye said and swung at the women. Some grabbed his hand from behind before his punch could land.
He turned around to see a muscular man in a black robe. He carried Rye on his shoulder and threw him out.
Rye got up about to head back in when someone grabbed him again.
"Don't," a voice said and Rye turned around to see a young girl. The same one he had bumped into a day earlier. She was not in her robe but he recognized her.
"You don't want to fight the Healers Guild. If you need money I know of a raid coming up. I can get you a grant," the young woman mentioned.
"Thank you, but I am fine," Rye said and snatched back his hand.
"You don't need to worry, the raid would be led by the heroes of Fel," the young woman said and Rye stopped.
'Heroes of Fel, that's Yash's party.' Rye thought and turned around.