Adam examined the necklace. It contained the sap of a tree from BlacksReach. This, he knew intuitively. The galactic vision that appeared when looking closer? This, he had no idea about. Why was this like that? Why did the jewelry appear at all? And why did this remind him of the orb?


Too many questions, none of which were probably relevant to what really mattered right now; the defense of Valheim. These would have to be questions for later, he decided, as he slowly walked towards the bazaar. Turns out, fighting a metal monster made movement tough afterward, on account of the pain. And speaking of questions, more popped into his mind, mostly about the creature he just killed. Again, these were mainly irrelevant for now, though one was quite important. Were there more? In Mytheria, undoubtedly, but in Valheim specifically was the Druid's concern. Thankfully, he knew how to deal with them now. That knowledge came at a cost, one which he was glad to have paid since it had saved his - and the city's - life.


Approaching the bazaar, Adam saw a Cleric finishing up work on a soldier of some sort. After the latter left, the red-eyed man approached the healer.


“Please heal me. It's very important that I'm able to fight again, thank you.”


The caster - a middle-aged tiefling woman - looked at the man in his strange clothes and shook her head. “No. I don't have the energy to waste on stupid kids, I have to help [i]actual[/i] warriors.”


Adam wanted to speak up, but someone else had walked up and beat him to the punch with two words.


“Do it.”


This was Michael Fern, who stared down the Cleric with an intensity that surprised the Druid. This was someone who knew what price he’d paid, Adam remembered. Of course, how could he forget?


“...fine. Let's get this over with.”


Michael nodded, gave the younger man a smile and friendly pat on the shoulder, then left to resume his own work. The fisherman then sat down, letting the healer begin casting while looking around for any members of Second Chance who might be nearby. Like always, he hoped they were all okay.