Ed walked over to the sleeping vagrant and squatted down for a closer look. Suddenly, as if he had discovered something, he reached out and grabbed the vagrant's right hand.
It was a hand covered in thick calluses. The ones between the thumb and forefinger and on the knuckles of the index finger were especially hard—marks left only by wielding a Heavy Sword for many years.
"Lord, look at this."
Ed said in a low voice.
"Before this man went mad, he must have been a Knight with excellent Sword Skills. He might even have been an Elite Knight of Knight Commander rank."
"His mental damage is very deep. These two emergency Potions alone won't be enough."
Master Barnaby spoke up, interrupting Raylo's thoughts.
"I need to go back and prepare some more complex formulas to concoct a Potion specifically for restoring the source of one's spirit. The process might take one to two weeks."
"No problem. If you need any materials, take them directly from the warehouse."
