Elowen saw a ray of hope in Cale's words, turning to him with eyes that gleamed with desperate longing for salvation.
"Do... do you know any cure? You knew what is happening, so you must know what it is, right?"
Cale stood there staring at her, watching as she meant every word, hoping not to be tied to any sort of political marriage or forced affiliation that would destroy her autonomy. She offered him anything without hesitation—money, spirit stones, potions, artifacts, whatever he needed.
She burst out in tears, drops falling down her face as she covered it with trembling hands. Her legs shook beneath her as the weight of years of suffering finally found an outlet.
"Can... can you please... help me?"
Cale knew it was a hard problem, it wasn't some random poisoning and nor was it something which started recently. It had been planned day by day for months, maybe even a few years now, accumulating slowly.
