( @3DT_CheesyKnives Idea; “ER” for Erin and “ES:” for EdgeShadow)
(Unfortunately, the church is closed, and you are talking to a picture of Eleanor on the wall)
A robed woman bumps into Ixen as she passes through the door.
“Sorry.” She answers curtly.
“No more healing call from inns…seriously…” she mutters to herself as she starts to leave.
"Hm? " The woman stops at the door. Seeing Ixen’s severed hand, she nods.
"Yeah. I’m a hire-by-call healer. They call me Coin Priest around here, "
She shrugs.
“You have coins, I’ll come to help. I accept private call in Holy Capital.”
“What happened? If it involves any drunk fight, wasteland, or sewer, you better call the church.”
“I was in Light Sphire when it was taken over. I managed to escape but it cost me my arm.”
“Light Shire, eh?” She stops to think for a moment.
“I tell you what, if you tell me all about it, I’ll heal your arm for free.”
Ixen sits down and proceeds to tell her all about the attack on Light Sphire.
The Coin Priest listens intently to his story. When it finishes, she finally speaks.
“Interesting. Telling the truth, I’m following the volunteer army, so this is useful. Now,” she stands from her chair “do you have a room? It’s awkward growing an entire limb in public space like this.”
“Good, then. For the record, don’t take the room near the one on the furthest corner to the right unless you can stand the smell of sulfur.”
