Being struck with a fatal illness is a fate much undesired, even more so when finances are tight. Treatment anywhere else would have cost an arm, leg, and a kidney, so left with no other options, the sickly elven woman is forced to try her luck with someplace more affordable. It was in a very shady part of town, and the establishment itself wasn’t exactly a looker either, but she knew she didn't have much of a choice. “It was either death by disease or death by doctor” She tells herself. After psyching herself up, she opens the door ready to try any pill, potion, or remedy known to man in order to rid herself of her sickness. She can only hope and pray that whoever this “doctor” is knows what they’re doing… Script by u/MrBottomBull Consider supporting me on Patreon