I was pissed at the stubbornness of my mate and his reluctance for me to assist him in finding a permanent cure for his curse. However, deep down I knew he was right though, the risk of going to Mount Wateren was exceedingly high. I had to think of another way to cure him. Entering my workshop I felt a strange sensation that someone had just been in here. I looked around and found an envelope on the floor. My heartbeat rate increased as I picked it up. I flipped it open and read the heading of the card inside: Invitation to the National Healers Conference. 

“Oh my goodness! Shit...