Alvaro woke up that day and found himself in a poorly constructed wooden chamber which he learned later, was the only infirmary of Dhonrugh. The healers of the region were only relying on measly amount of herbs that they could find in the land.
"Where's the faye that was brought in here yesterday?"
His head shifted to where the source of the voice. The voice was hoarse and gruff, and a glint of hostility was present in it.
A female voice answered incoherent words to his hearing, but he assumed that she must be telling him that he was still sleeping.
"I don't care if he was sleeping or not, he is going to start working on the mines today. It will soon be six in the morning, he has to take his breakfast and proceed on the mines. If I'm not going to see him in there during the inspection, I will burn down this place and you will have to work on the mines yourself. Do you understand?" The voice ranted foreboding threats towards one of the only five healers of the region.
