Three days had swiftly slipped away since the momentous proclamation regarding the forthcoming stage of their rigorous training. Now, the dawn of departure had arrived, heralding the beginning of their final and most arduous challenge.

  Astraa, bid a tender farewell to her venerable grandmother, Lady Moula, within the familiar confines of their cherished home before she embarked upon her journey to the training grounds.

  "Take care, my dearest," Lady Moula's voice, rich with the weight of a mother's love, lingered in the air as she embraced Astraa with the warmth of a protective mantle.

  "Always guard your well-being, and when the trials before you seem insurmountable, remember that there is always a heart awaiting your return."

  Astraa, her resolve steadfast, met her grandmother's gaze with a reassuring smile. "Thank you, Grandmother," she replied, her voice steady and full of quiet confidence.

  With her grandmother's blessings nestled tenderly within her heart, Astraa set forth on her journey to the training grounds.

  To her pleasant surprise, she discovered Sir Skarsnay already in attendance, flanked by Lady Hermiosa and Chief Sline. Close by, Markon, Gargus, and Flanco stood assembled, prepared for the day's proceedings.

  "Sir Skarsnay, it appears you have arrived ahead of schedule. Quite commendable," Astraa observed, a note of admiration coloring her tone as she acknowledged her uncle's uncharacteristic punctuality.

  Sir Skarsnay, with a warm smile and a reassuring hand upon her shoulder, replied, "Well, it is not every day that one sees their niece off to a distant state."

  As Astraa awaited the arrival of her companions, her gaze fell upon Lykaa and Minosa, who were swiftly approaching, their steps quickened by the awareness of their slight delay. Their tardiness did not go unnoticed, and Astraa found herself tempted to indulge in a bit of light-hearted teasing at their expense.

  "Ah, Lykaa and Minosa, it seems the early birds have turned into the latecomers," Astraa teased with a lighthearted lilt in her voice.

  "Forgive us, Astraa. We lingered a bit longer to say our farewells."

  Gargus, couldn't resist the opportunity to gently rib Minosa. "Ah, women—they grow sentimental over the smallest things."

  Minosa, with a mischievous glint in her eye and a knowing glance at Flanco, swiftly retorted, "Women, you say? Your dear friend here is even more sentimental when it comes to goodbyes."

  Flanco, caught off guard by the remark, flinched slightly before beginning, "Well," he began, "being the only one left behind from our group... it's only natural that I feel a bit ..."

  "How sweet… It seems men, too, are not immune to sentimentality," Lykaa remarked with a teasing smile.

  Their amiable banter persisted, full of light-hearted jests, while Markon quietly observed Astraa from the sidelines.

  A tender pang of emotion stirred within him—not so much due to Flanco’s impending departure, but because he knew he could not accompany Astraa. Her laughter, a soothing melody that seemed to brighten the very air, warmed his heart.

  Amidst their shared laughter and playful exchange, Yeric, eager to join the mirth, added his own touch of humor.

  "Well, everyone, though we haven't known each other long, I’d be happy to stand in for Flanco during the next three months."

  With a raised eyebrow and a touch of skepticism, he shot back, "Do you really think Markon and Gargus would just let you waltz into our group? We’ve been pals since we were knee-high!"

  Markon, decided to fuel the fire. "Who’s to say, Flanco? Yeric might just turn out to be a riotous replacement!"

  A chorus of laughter erupted from the group.

  Meanwhile, Amara stood apart, her demeanor aloof and unsmiling, her thoughts wholly consumed by her ambition to become the most skilled healer and to uphold the honor of her family’s esteemed name. Though she was among them, she had yet to fully integrate into the group, always maintaining a certain distance.

  "Attention, everyone," Sir Skarsnay’s voice rang out, drawing the focus of the assembled warriors and healers. "Chief Sline wishes to address you all with a few words."

  Chief Sline, the figure of authority within Arela, addressed the apprentices with a tone imbued with solemnity.

  "I extend my most sincere congratulations to each and every one of you—our esteemed healers and valiant warriors. You are the radiant pride of Arela. I am aware that some among you may harbor reservations regarding your forthcoming journey, particularly those destined for Tadu. It is true that Tadu does not enjoy the same level of advancement or generosity as Rhanda.

  Tadu is but a modest fishing village, with a sparse populace, and it has not yet seen the rise of an Eternal. Unfortunately, it is also the most impoverished state in Valendeya, frequently overlooked by Eternals and Royal Guards alike, even when one is appointed to oversee its governance."

  "Throughout the chronicles of our history, no apprentice from Arela or Rhanda has ever chosen Tadu for their out-of-state training. The state has, for all practical purposes, been neglected—regarded as unproductive and bereft of substantial opportunities. Yet, this year heralds a momentous change. Sir Skarsnay and I have made the unprecedented decision to send a select group of warrior apprentices to Tadu. This initiative is designed to immerse you in the distinctive challenges faced by Tadu's inhabitants, preparing you to offer support as Eternals in the future."

  Upon hearing this, Flanco could not conceal his initial discontent, murmuring with a touch of irony, "So, not only am I to be separated from Markon and Gargus, but I am also being dispatched to a state that, quite frankly, seems to offer little of value."

  Astraa, interjected, "Flanco, the forthcoming phase of our training is not solely about refining our martial prowess. It is about expanding our perspectives, embracing diverse locales and cultures. Such an enriched understanding will be an invaluable asset as we strive to govern Valendeya with harmony as Eternals."

  Chief Sline nodded in accord, his words resonating with her sentiment. "Thank you, Astraa. Your uncle’s commendation of you is indeed well-deserved. To speak frankly, it is not only Flanco who may harbor reservations regarding this assignment. Even among the highest echelons, including Royal Guards and Eternals, Tadu has largely been deemed a lost cause. The state’s plight has endured for years, if not decades. It is only recently that Tadu’s inhabitants have begun seeking aid and support from other states. Naturally, Iliad, the capital, is reluctant to invest in Arela or Rhanda, let alone Tadu. Yet, both Rhanda and Arela have chosen to offer their support. Sending our apprentices is but the first step."

  "Moreover," Chief Sline concluded, "should any of you feel that you have gained sufficient knowledge during your time in Tadu, the opportunity remains for you to transfer to Rhanda and rejoin your comrades."

  "We have arranged for yakons to facilitate your journey, and maps have been prepared for each party bound for Rhanda and Tadu. Before you set forth, however, I must inform you that new weapons have been forged for your use. As I have previously indicated, you will undergo training in a variety of weapons, yet the choice of your primary armament will be yours to make," Sir Skarsnay elaborated.

  With these words, the warrior apprentices were guided into a chamber dedicated to weaponry.

  Sir Skarsnay gestured toward the impressive array on display.

  "Warriors, take your time in your selection. Choose the weapon that speaks to your spirit, for it shall become an extension of your skill and resolve. It is my hope that these weapons will assist in forging you into formidable champions."

  Eager to commence, Gargus was the first to step forward. He chose a massive sledgehammer, its formidable weight and size appearing as though it were crafted specifically for his powerful frame. Markon, observing his friend's selection, grinned. "Gargus, that hammer suits you perfectly. It complements your strength."

  Flanco was next, selecting a pair of short but lethal daggers, ideal for swift and stealthy combat.

  Though Flanco’s build was somewhat stocky, his fighting style favored cunning and agility, making the short swords a fitting choice.

  Minosa then reached for a spear, a weapon well-suited to both ranged and close combat, aligning with her personal preferences and tactical prowess. Her choice reflected her strategic mindset and keen sense of foresight.

  Finally, Markon, exuding confidence and charisma, selected a substantial knight's sword. The weapon, much like Markon himself, radiated a commanding presence and bold charisma, a fitting match for his larger-than-life personality.

  At last, it was Astraa’s turn. "What are you waiting for? Time is of the essence," Sir Skarsnay prompted.

  Astraa moved deliberately through the room, her gaze sweeping over the array of weapons before her. She paused, her mind carefully weighing her options. After a moment of deep consideration, she reached out and grasped a large battle axe. Her resolve was unmistakable, and the choice caught Sir Skarsnay by surprise.

  "Are you certain about this, Astraa?" he asked, his tone laced with a touch of amusement. "These battle axes are notably heavy and could hinder your speed. They are usually favored by more burly, muscular warriors."

  Astraa’s resolve did not waver, her eyes reflecting her steadfast determination. "Yes, this is the one. It calls to me. This shall be my weapon of choice."

  Sir Skarsnay couldn’t suppress a smile at Astraa’s unwavering determination. Her choice defied expectations, yet her resolve was unmistakable—a clear testament to her unique path and character.

  With their newly selected weapons secured to their backs, the warriors made their way toward the awaiting yakons, their eager expressions betraying their excitement at the prospect of wielding their chosen arms.

  Before their departure, Lady Hermiosa approached Astraa with warmth and encouragement, her voice filled with genuine affection for the young warrior.

  "Astraa, Lykaa, take care of each other. I hold great hopes for both of you," Lady Hermiosa began, her voice filled with warmth. "I will be here, eagerly awaiting your return, eager to see how much you have grown. Though Sir Skarsnay may not always show it, he cares deeply for you, Astraa. Show him your true strength and make him proud."

  Astraa’s gratitude was evident in her eyes as she replied, "Thank you, Lady Hermiosa. Your words mean the world to me."

  Lykaa, her voice resolute, added, "I will make you proud, Lady Hermiosa."

  As they mounted their yakons, ready to depart on their journey, Sir Skarsnay—known for his unshakable stoicism—felt his composure waver, emotions stirring deeply within him. At last, with a voice rich with sincerity, he turned to his beloved niece and spoke, "Take care, little one. May the path you've chosen lead you not only to prosperity but to greatness beyond measure."

  Astraa’s face bloomed with a radiant smile, her eyes sparkling with gratitude. "Thank you, Uncle," she replied, her voice brimming with warmth and affection, as though her very heart were woven into those simple words.

  With these heartfelt farewells exchanged, the groups mounted their yakons, ready to embark on their respective journeys. Astraa, Flanco, and Lykaa bid a fond farewell to Minosa and the others, while Markon, feeling a pang of loneliness as he parted from Astraa, watched her leave with a heavy heart.

  Thus, the final phase of their training began. The warrior and healers set forth on their journey, eager to grow, to learn, and to one day return to those who had nurtured and believed in them.

  Astraa, Flanco, Amara, and Lykaa set forth on their journey toward Tadu, with Astraa at the helm, guiding the company through the untrodden wilderness, map in hand.

  Seeking to establish a cordial rapport, Flanco, in a spirit of goodwill, approached Amara and introduced himself with a warm smile.

  "Greetings, Amara. The pleasure of making your acquaintance is mine. I am Flanco."

  Amara, however, maintained a cool distance, her response curt and devoid of warmth. "I am aware."

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  Astraa and Lykaa exchanged a glance, their amusement bubbling forth in laughter at Flanco's sincere yet ill-fated attempt.

  Feeling the sting of exclusion, Flanco defended himself with earnestness. "I merely wished to lighten the atmosphere. She seemed rather solitary."

  As they pressed onward in their expedition, it soon became apparent that Tadu lay considerably nearer to Arela compared to Rhanda.

  In a bid to unearth a silver lining, Flanco remarked, "I suppose the sole advantage of being assigned to Tadu is the shortened journey from Arela."

  Astraa, interjected with a hint of exasperation, "Oh, cease your lamentations."

  After a day and a half of travel, their faithful yakons bore them to the threshold of Tadu.

  Dismounting with purpose, each individual grasped the straddle of their yakons, standing united at the entrance of this new realm. Steeled and resolute, they braced themselves to confront the challenges that awaited them in this unfamiliar and enigmatic land.

  As an air of uncertainty lingered over the group, Flanco broke the silence with a query.

  "Shall we proceed into the unknown?" he inquired, his gaze shifting expectantly toward Astraa, as though awaiting her direction.

  "Why do you cast your eyes upon me? I am as uninformed as you."

  "We had presumed that, as the leader of our company, you would possess some insight into our next course of action."

  To her surprise, Astraa then observed Lykaa and Amara also turning their gaze upon her, their eyes seeking guidance. This sudden responsibility was an unexpected burden for her, given her naturally reserved disposition.

  Before they could determine their next course of action, a voice of warm and reassuring hospitality broke through their uncertainty.

  A tall, lean man of ebony complexion and striking blue eyes approached with an air of cordiality.

  "Welcome, welcome! I must beg your pardon for my ignorance, but are you the party from Arela or Rhanda?" he inquired, his smile genuine and illuminating.

  "We are from Arela," Astraa replied on behalf of the group, her tone steady and assured.

  "I am Vysag," he continued with an air of affable confidence, "and I shall be your guide, introducing you to the many facets of Tadu. It is truly a pleasure to have you grace our land."

  Grateful for the sudden and considerate intervention, Astraa responded with sincere appreciation, "We are deeply thankful, Vysag, for your kind offer to guide us."

  "There is no need for thanks," he replied with warmth. "The presence of spirited individuals such as yourselves is a boon to our land."

  Flanco, evidently charmed by Vysag's genial manner, could not resist making an observation. "I must say, are all the denizens of Tadu as gracious as you? For I could certainly grow accustomed to such kindness."

  Lykaa and Amara, too, found themselves responding to Vysag's welcoming demeanor, their attitudes softening in kind.

  "Come," Vysag invited with a hospitable flourish. "Allow me to escort you to your lodgings. I trust the journey has been wearisome, and you shall find rest most welcome."

  With this, he led them across the threshold into Tadu, setting a tone of optimism for their forthcoming sojourn.

  As they proceeded deeper into Tadu, a potent aroma of fish pervaded the air, causing Flanco to wrinkle his nose in immediate distaste. Unable to restrain himself, he inquired, "Pray, what is that pungent odor?"

  Vysag, displaying an air of understanding, responded with a compassionate tone, "Ah, that scent is the essence of the sea. Tadu is chiefly engaged in the trade of seafood and its various by-products. For those unaccustomed to it, the smell can indeed be quite overwhelming. I beg your pardon if it causes any discomfort."

  Astraa, sought to alleviate any unease. "There is no cause for concern. This is a matter of local pride, for it underpins your means of livelihood. We shall adjust to it in due course," she assured with a warm and empathetic smile.

  Lykaa, infusing a light-hearted spirit into the discourse, playfully remarked, "Indeed, I daresay Flanco here shall soon become the most ardent admirer of your culinary offerings once he samples your exquisite seafood paired with a flagon of ale."

  Feeling a twinge of guilt for his earlier remarks, Flanco quickly joined the conciliatory tone. "Verily, I extend my sincerest apologies if my words were taken as offensive."

  Amara, the quiet observer, maintained a watchful gaze upon Astraa's interactions.

  Sensing Amara's scrutiny, Astraa felt a slight discomfort wash over her, yet she chose to remain silent, permitting their journey through Tadu to unfold unimpeded.

  As the group meandered through the city of Tadu, they found themselves enraptured by the distinctive charm of this coastal Valendeyan state. Tadu was a realm defined by its extensive coastline, where sandy beaches unfurled as far as the eye could perceive. In contrast to other regions boasting developed infrastructure, Tadu lacked conventional roads. Instead, diminutive shanties adorned the beach, where the locals offered a rich assortment of seafood, with some even preparing fresh meals for purchase.

  Tadu, the smallest of Valendeya's states, encompassed less than half the area of Arela.

  As the group traversed the shoreline, the boundless ocean stretched before them, its rhythmic waves perpetually crashing against the sand, a soothing symphony in the background. The population of Tadu was sparse, comprising merely a few hundred souls. Many grappled with unemployment, while the remainder made their living as fishermen.

  The scene presented a stark contrast to their prior experiences, leaving the group both astonished and enchanted by the simplicity and unspoiled beauty of Tadu. The entire state exuded the tranquility of an untouched beach paradise, compelling the travelers to indulge in the pleasure of dipping their feet into the inviting ocean waters.

  As they strolled leisurely along the beach, cheerful voices resonated through the air.

  "Vysag! How fare you?" one voice inquired. "Vysag, are these newcomers from distant lands?" another asked. "Vysag, do come and partake of our feast at our shack; we have something special prepared!" urged yet another.

  Flanco could not refrain from commenting, "My word, Vysag, it seems you are quite the celebrated figure in this locale."

  Vysag chuckled in response, "Ah, it is not a matter of popularity. The entire population of Tadu barely surpasses two hundred souls, and in a place like this, everyone is familiar with one another. Spend a little time here, and you would come to know them all as well."

  Lykaa playfully interjected, "Merely knowing everyone does not imply that you are the center of attention. It is clear that you hold a special place among your people."

  "Indeed, that is quite true," agreed an elderly woman, who dispensed seafood delicacies from a modest beachside shack.

  "In these challenging times, Vysag has been a great benefactor to those of us who struggle to make ends meet."

  Vysag, visibly reddening at the commendation, protested with a modest chuckle, "Oh, do not embarrass me, Baba."

  Lykaa, observing Vysag's humility, remarked with a touch of amusement, "You are indeed quite the humble one, Vysag."

  With a warm and inviting smile, the elderly lady once more extended her offer. "Why do you not partake in a meal with us?"

  Vysag courteously declined on their behalf. "Not at present, Baba. Our guests are weary from their journey and require rest. However, we shall certainly accept your kind offer at another time."

  Astraa, unfamiliar with the term "Baba," inquired with innocent curiosity, "Is it permissible for us to forgo her offer? Baba appears to be most kind-hearted."

  This elicited a hearty laugh from Vysag, prompting Astraa, somewhat perplexed, to seek clarification.

  "I beg your pardon," Vysag explained, "but 'Baba' is not her name; it is simply a term we use for older women here in Tadu. And fear not, she will not take offense. We may certainly return on another occasion."

  Astraa, feeling a tinge of embarrassment at her misunderstanding, nodded in acknowledgment as Flanco and Lykaa exchanged knowing smirks over her innocent blunder.

  As Astraa and her companions traversed the coastal state of Tadu, they could not help but notice the curious gazes of the locals. It was Astraa, embodying her characteristic innocence, who felt compelled to voice the question that lingered in the air, one that undoubtedly occupied the minds of all present.

  "Vysag," Astraa inquired with a touch of concern, "why do the townsfolk regard us with such intense curiosity? Is something amiss?"

  Lykaa, Flanco, and Amara, having also observed the residents' inquisitive glances, awaited Vysag's elucidation.

  With a tone of reassurance, Vysag responded, "There is no cause for alarm. In Tadu, individuals from other states are held in high esteem, almost as if they were nobility. Many here struggle to secure even the most basic sustenance, and the presence of visitors from a more prosperous land, such as yours, is truly remarkable to them. For most Tadu residents, the notion of traveling to other states remains but a distant dream."

  Astraa, moved by the revelation, could not conceal her empathy. Her eyes mirrored her compassion as she said, "That is indeed heart-rending. I wish there were more I could do to help them feel more at ease."

  "It is indeed lamentable, yet there is no harm in occasionally basking in the limelight. Back home, I am but a shadow, unnoticed by all " said Flanco.

  Lykaa, feeling a twinge of offense at Flanco's remarks, reproached him sternly. "You ought not to make light of the hardships faced by others."

  "Very well, very well, I shall refrain from such jesting in the future."

  Meanwhile, Amara continued to observe Astraa’s words and actions with a discerning gaze, her curiosity heightened by the dynamics at play within the group.

  As Astraa and her companions pressed on in their exploration of Tadu, they soon stumbled upon a considerable gathering of residents congregated around a particular building. The scene was remarkable, especially given Tadu's usually sparse population.

  "What is the cause of such a gathering over there?" Astraa inquired, her curiosity evidently aroused.

  Flanco, equally intrigued, added, "It appears as though the entire populace of Tadu is assembled there."

  Vysag, their local guide, provided elucidation. "You are not entirely mistaken," he began.

  "That establishment is Tadu's tavern. Unlike other regions, the residents here have scant access to recreational diversions, and even if they did, many could ill afford them. This tavern represents their singular form of entertainment. Fishermen, who invest their earnings in libations, frequent it, while those who find themselves unemployed often linger outside in the hopes that someone might offer them a drink."

  Vysag’s tone grew somber as he continued, "The most lamentable aspect is that even those fishermen who can afford their libations are not much better off. They frequently squander their entire earnings on alcohol, leaving their families to endure days without sustenance."

  Astraa, Flanco, Lykaa, and Amara were left in stunned silence, their astonishment clearly written upon their faces. They had not anticipated encountering such dire straits among the inhabitants of Tadu.

  Moved deeply by Vysag’s account, Flanco felt compelled to voice his admiration.

  "You are a fisherman yourself, yet you not only provide for your own needs but also extend assistance to others. How do you manage such a commendable feat?"

  Vysag’s smile grew warm, his eyes reflecting the weight of cherished memories.

  "To say I help others might be a touch of embellishment, my friend. I was once an orphan, left to fend for myself. There were days when hunger was my constant companion until two benevolent souls took me in. They embraced me as their own son, and, as I matured, they even assisted me in acquiring my own boat. Thus, whenever I am fortunate enough to catch an abundance of fish, I am reminded of the hunger I once endured. I distribute the surplus to the local folk, allowing them to make a modest living."

  Astraa, profoundly moved by Vysag’s benevolent actions, praised him earnestly.

  "That is truly admirable, Vysag. Your efforts to make a difference are commendable."

  "Had I not been the recipient of such kindness in my youth, I might well have found myself among those who now gather in the crowd."

  Flanco, still intrigued, inquired, "And who might these two benefactors be?"

  A warm light danced in Vysag’s eyes as he spoke of them.

  "They are Sir Filic and Lady Sila, an elderly couple who, having no children of their own, dedicated themselves to aiding orphans such as myself. While many have come and gone, I was the sole one who remained with them."

  Astraa was moved by the story. "I would very much like to make their acquaintance. Where might we find them?"

  Vysag chuckled softly and responded, "As fortune would have it, you shall soon meet them. Sir Filic is a master carpenter, a rarity among our residents. He has constructed cottages along the shores of the Sea of Tadu. These lodgings are frequented by traders from Arela, Rhanda, and Illiad who come to purchase seafood in bulk. These are the very cottages where you will be staying."

  Suddenly, a commotion erupted near the tavern. The crowd outside quickly scattered as a group of distressed fishermen appeared, bearing one of their own who was grievously injured. The unfortunate fisherman was spitting blood, and his comrades moved with hurried urgency.

  "Quickly! We must convey him to the medical hangar!" one of the fishermen exclaimed with pressing urgency.

  "The medical hangar? Are you not aware of the inexperience of those healers?" another voice protested vehemently.

  Upon hearing the disturbance, Vysag and the group made their way to the scene. One of the fishermen, upon seeing Vysag, greeted him with relief. "Ah, Vysag, how fortuitous that you are here. Rohu was drinking with us as is his wont, and suddenly he toppled from his stool, spewing blood. Can you offer us assistance?"

  Vysag, with a trace of exasperation, replied, "It seems you never learn. You squander every coin you earn on drink, only to find yourselves in such predicaments."

  With practiced efficiency, Vysag assessed the situation and commanded, "Quickly, place him on a cart," directing them as they gently laid Rohu upon a cart, which was then drawn by a Yakon.

  As Rohu's condition worsened, and he continued to eject more blood, Astraa, deeply concerned, inquired with urgency, "I fear he may not survive. How far is the medical hangar?"

  "The hangar is not far, but the healers stationed there are primarily from Rhanda or Arela. Given the dire state of our own resources, the royal guards often assign the least experienced practitioners or those who have yet to even complete their trials. Our only recourse is to reach the cottages swiftly. There, I know someone who may provide the aid we require."

  As Rohu’s condition continued to deteriorate, and the sight of more blood became distressing, Amara sprang into action.

  "He will not survive the journey," she declared. "Clear the way. Lykaa, come assist me."

  With swift and purposeful strides, Amara and Lykaa approached the cart, prepared to offer immediate aid to the ailing Rohu.

  Amara and Lykaa sprang into action with remarkable alacrity, their movements a blur as they activated their healing runes and summoned the sun’s most resplendent energy.

  With a concerted effort, they began the intricate process of mending Rohu, whose once dire condition began to exhibit signs of gradual stabilization. Though Amara and Lykaa had indeed emerged victorious from their trials and shown notable promise as healers, this was their inaugural venture into the realm of healing a critically injured individual.

  Overwhelmed by the gravity of the situation and initially beset by a sense of dread, their resolve wavered momentarily. Nevertheless, their unwavering determination and skill ultimately led to a marked improvement in Rohu’s plight.

  Vysag, his voice laden with heartfelt gratitude, exclaimed, "I am astounded by your prowess. I had presumed you were solely warriors, unaware of the healing gifts amongst you. Your aid has been nothing short of miraculous. I cannot thank you enough for your benevolence."

  The fishermen, who were close companions of Rohu, expressed their heartfelt gratitude to Lykaa and Amara.

  "Indeed, we are profoundly grateful," they proclaimed. "We are indebted to you. Rohu holds a special place in our hearts."

  Yet, Lykaa, ever modest, tempered their praises with humility, stating, "While we may have improved his condition somewhat, we are still but apprentices. It is imperative that an experienced healer be summoned for Rohu to achieve a full recovery."

  Vysag, cognizant of their limitations, responded, "I understand your concerns, we find ourselves with no other recourse. We must convey him to the cottages. There resides but one individual capable of rendering assistance."

  The fishermen expressed skepticism, one among them retorting, "Him? Truly? He cares for no one but himself. He would sooner see Rohu perish than offer his aid."

  Undeterred, Vysag countered with resolute determination, "We must make the attempt. We cannot simply abandon hope, can we?"

  Vysag, taking the reins of the situation with the urgency of a seasoned leader, proclaimed, "Hurry forth and follow us to the cottages in the cart! We shall ride ahead upon our yakons!"

  With a sense of purpose imbued in their steps, Astraa, Lykaa, Amara, Flanco, and Vysag forged ahead towards the cottages, the fishermen dutifully trailing behind, their cart bearing the ailing Rohu.

  Deprived of his own yakon, Vysag chose to mount Flanco's steed, their journey marked by a shared sense of camaraderie.

  Flanco, his curiosity aflame regarding the enigmatic figure they were about to encounter, boldly inquired, "What dark shadow hangs over this individual we are to meet that inspires such animosity in the hearts of the townsfolk?"

  With an air of cryptic mystery, Vysag responded, "Ah, you shall soon see for yourself," as they galloped onward towards the cottages, anticipation hanging thick in the air.