After the fight was concluded, Ken was led to one of the best elves who practiced healing magic. It took no longer than one minute for her to heal the wounds as he lay on a small one-person bed and faced the wooden ceiling.
Despite the fact that she was called an older elf, she looked no more than forty. He could attribute that to the fact that elves lived very long lives, and if their blood was purer, they could live even longer and look younger.
"The slash that headed for your chest was powerful and would have killed you," she said as she wrapped him in bandages. She might have healed it, but she still needed it secured for a while.
"Yeah, it was an impressive attack," he said. His tone was like that of a man who had found something genuinely interesting. He was reminiscing about the fight, his mind already working in full overdrive to see what he could have done and what ways he could have won.
