#Chapter32

Haldir’s freckled fingers bent rapidly as he motioned for the next patient to come forward. “Come on over, child.”

The young blonde-haired man was hardly a man at all, and Haldir gave him a quick smile. “What seems to be the problem?”

He shrugged his shoulders and leaned into Haldir’s ear. The Viking huffed through his nose and nodded, then pointed his thumb over his shoulder to the Dining Hall. “Go ahead. The soups quite good today.”

As the next patient stepped forward, Haldir lifted his chin. “My, that’s quite a bruise.” While he did a quick assessment on the woman before him, the tingly hand of Fate pulled...