The healer was an old man, wearing a white robe that covered his torso over his tunic and slacks. He pulled a small bag out of the saddle bag and then walked behind Tasha with a grimace on his face. "This better be quick," he murmured. "I don't have time."
Tasha glanced at him, giving him a sharp look. She snapped, "There is a life at stake. I hope you understand that the prisoner we are talking about is one of the most important prisoners in the kingdom of Silver Vales. There is a reason why the king has put him in house arrest and not in the common jails for other criminals."
The healer swallowed his fear at the mention of the king, but he shrugged. "You are pretty concerned for him, but I am not," he accused her. "So, please hurry up!"
