Neverwinter Forest well, I won't make it out alive

a broken leg.

the woman might very well need more than prayer. healing was the birthright of any moonwoman daughter and yet she had never managed such a serious thing.

the look upon her face is only thoughtful, contemplative of what had been brought for her.

how did this come to be?

it was her position that allowed her to question it. not some meek woman confined only to shadows and devout whispers. she must know all that she could before she dared utter prayers.