The red-haired woman followed her gaze, studying the scene more closely.
The gathering did not carry the light, festive air of celebration. There was no laughter, no idle wandering, no cheerful chatter that usually marked such occasions.
Instead, the people stood in long, ordered lines, their attention fixed ahead with quiet urgency.
It was… unusual.
"…I'll ask," she said, before stepping towards the queue.
She spoke briefly with a few of those waiting, exchanging a few words before returning to Anna.
"They are queuing to get treatment from a Healer's House," she explained. "It is run by a mercenary group from the continent called the Blue Mantle Company. They're offering free service."
Anna's eyes widened.
"Free service?"
The woman nodded.
