Walking down the street, Tilan touched the breathable veil on her face, and then followed the fragrance wafting to her nose.
"Have you heard?"
"A really talented bird-masked doctor arrived at the main camp this morning, and lots of people had their illnesses cured instantly."
"Is that so? My brother-in-law went out hunting a while ago and got his back broken by a bison. I wonder if he can be cured. Normally, I really don't trust those rude and perfunctory doctors in the King Camp."
"It should be fine. There are people who have been bedridden for years who were able to get up. This shouldn't be a big problem."
"Really?"
