@dancingkindness
The heroic soon-to-be royal guardsman had, needless to say... Hurt himself. Not in actual battle training, per-say, but rather... The kitchen. He had been fooling around with the knives, trying to see how small he could chop uncooked spaghetti strands. And now, there was a chip in the bone on his arm, which hurt quite a bit.
Luckily, he had heard of a healer who was living in Waterfall. Surely, she could fix the problem. And, being resourceful as he was, he had found the house in no time!
Knock, knock.
“EXCUSE ME! I AM IN NEED OF ASSISTANCE!”










