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Masha was still in tears and was about rising to her feet when a middle-aged man suddenly ran into the tavern with a younger lady beside him. They both looked stunned at the sight before them - so many people dead on the floor.

"For Saint's sake!" The aged man muttered, his wrinkled eyes slowly going round the room. Finally, they rested on Masha and Czar.

"Is he dead as well?" He inquired, going closer.

"N...No. Not yet," Masha shook her head, another tear rolling down her cheek.

Getting to Czar's body, the old man crouched and placed two fingers on his neck. "Okay, he's still alive. He needs to be treated as soon as possible, else he'll die."

Masha dabbed the tears from her eyes, using her wrist.

"I... I know. B...but, where can I get a healer?" She stuttered. She was still shaking with fear but was trying so hard to get herself together.

"My father's a healer," the lady in the room answered.

Masha thanked Absalom for bringing her helpers so quick. Otherwise, what would she ha