The Healer's Home

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The home of the Healer and his family.

[whatever]

Lysaer stood outside the home for a moment, adjusting his clothing and looking at the single rose he held in his hand, so that it looked as beautiful as it had when he had bought it.

He walked over to the door and knocked on it.

[The Stranger]

The healer opened the door and stepped out side.

"What are you doing here? Haven't you heard?"

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Lysaer looked at the healer, and shook his head.

"No, I have not. I've been busy trying to make a living and waiting the appropriate time to come to visit Nialla without rising suspicion."

[The Stranger]

"I don't want you to visit my daughter you buffon!" The healer says, "they found Jurok floating face up in the canal last night! You've done your job, and paid your debt."

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"They did?" Lysaer said with a little hint of suprise.

"Then I guess this is goodbye, I hope you have a continued good life and that your daughter will find a man that you can approve of." Lysaer said with a small nod with his head. "I would like your daughter to have this, but you can do what you want with it" he said and handed the healer the rose.

[The Stranger]

The healer took the rose, and seemed a little puzzled. "I thank you Lysaer. I'll admit I never expected you to really follow through, you are a man of your word."

[whatever]

"Like I said when I made the promise, the most important thing a man has, is his word. Well, I guess that I will go back to going from tavern to tavern again, even though I find that I liked this problem-solving lifestyle that I have lived in the last few days. Goodbye."

He gave the healer a small bow, and then he turned around and headed back to the small room he had rented for the day.