A very ill man heard rumors about a sinister drabarni healer who dwelled in the forest, where the mist coiled around the trees and the sun's rays feared to approach. With one last glimmer of hope, he ventured in at dawn, guided by the faint light filtering through the twisted trunks.
He found her in an ominous clearing, shrouded in fog. Her figure, of unsettling grace, stood silent, while her deep eyes scrutinized him. Two small dogs beside her watched him intently, like guardians of an ancient secret.
The man felt reality fading around him. His heart pounded fiercely, and his hands trembled. In a moment of uncertainty, one of the chihuahuas stepped forward and, to his astonishment, spoke in a resonant voice: