Chapter 18

"Are you sure you had a bruise here?"

"I do," I almost exclaimed.

The pack doctor, as others often referred to him, cast me a disapproving glance before making his way to his desk. He selected a handful of herbs hanging from a cluster of clay pots, deposited them into his mortar, and proceeded to grind them with the pestle. The gentle crunching sound sent shivers down my spine, and soon after, the aroma filled the air, enveloping my nostrils and surprisingly easing my headache.

By the time he finished making a sticky paste-like consistency from his herbs, he walked towards me, his fingers lightly touching the area where my bruise was to apply his self-made medication.

He managed to clean my face although he was quite bewildered. I didn't know if he was telling the truth or if the guard was lying, either way, I chose to ignore that matter today.

"Nice to meet you again, Kaleya,"

I hastily spun around, only to meet Chance who was grinni