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'Bandages', the cleric is handed by Kaphiri. 'I need more desinfectant.'
'I should've died', Soren groans while bleeding on the table.
'Stop talking', Kaphiri orders.
The blonde-braided cleric manages to stop the bleeding and uses a spell to cure some of his more superficial wounds.
'I'm so glad you live around the corner', Kaphiri says relieved.
'I'm glad you got him to me so fast', she smiles while her hands keep moving fast.
'I'm Kaphiri and this is Soren.'
'Halcyon. I know who he is, I've watched him win the preliminaries.'
'You're a fan?', Soren moans in between breaths.
'I frequent the stadium every so often. I find the violence pretty useless, but I guess it's a form of art if it wasn't used for political means.'
'Preach', Soren crookedly smiles.
'I'll inject you with some painkillers for now and then we're gonna have to see how your body responds overnight', she scribbles something down and finally leaves the room, wiping her bloody hands on her gown.
'Thanks doc', Soren shouts. 'And thank you for dragging me all the way here. Dying in the arena is par for the course normally.'
'I can't just leave my friend to die', Kaphiri taps his hand.
'We're friends? Sick'
'You're the one who's sick', he raises an eyebrow.
'Fair enough', Soren smiles. 'Wanna hear how I got my name?'
'I'd rather you shut up and heal, but you're gonna tell me anyway.'

Soren tells the origin of his name

Nice grandpa neighbor tells them about the Blanc Curse.
Lilith return home to find her heart scale stolen.
Kaimir and her trace back to the Shintoma district and catch a young person: Citronne
Return of: Silver fork, heart scale
[Kaphiri Kaimir about his parents killing]

Fawkes visits his the Rivendor factory and purchases himself a new firearm.
He ends at a memorial statue of his descendant.

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