Altoruus

Altoruus

There was a mystic traveling amongst them named Altoruus, and he pulled from his sack a jar of poultice, made from the plants of The Lire. Applying this to Brandon's injuries, he quietly muttered a prayer in old Lyrical. Brandon began to stir from the ground silently. As he reached a sitting position, he once again cried out, as if still under attack, and reached for his spine. His fear quickly transformed into awe as he discovered that the wounds on his back had somehow been covered by a cool moss. Altoruus began to laugh. 'Such are the gifts of our world, Leader.'