The Core and the Voice

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~~Desmond~~ Sariel

Healer

Age: 34 | Height: 6’ | Race: Accepted | Nationality: Natural | Citizenship:
Level: 0 - Strg: 10 - Dext: 8 - Endr: 10 - Luck: 7 - Int:

Played by: Sage Offline

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Posts: 24 | Total: 698
MP: 345

04-03-2019, 09:41 PM

   He didn’t know exactly what was going on, but he heard the need for healing! And...at the Spire... Alright, that’s fine... Totally not completely unnerving.

   Desmond made his way to the top of the Spire, the direction everyone seemed to be going, with his bag of supplies and a nervous flutter to his heart. He put a cloth over his face and scrunched his nose at the stale smell, but it was to be expected when entering a room that hadn’t been disturbed since gods know when.

   The sight he was greeted with wasn’t comforting in the least, seeing a naked woman (that sight in and of itself wasn’t his favorite) with cables or whatever stringing her up and a dried out, mummified look to her. Because why not.

   Desmond walked over to ~~Zariah~~ with a gentle smile. “Do you need anything?” He asked, giving her a once over to see if she had any visible injuries.

DESMOND

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