Phaenon

The sun always shone in the holy city of Ockham. Ana could not sleep, although it was already quite late. Suddenly there was a knock on the door. Ana, it's me, Finon... Please open up. A terrible sight opened up behind the door. The man's clothes were torn, blood oozed from small cuts and abrasions, staining his light clothes. Finon smiled tiredly: The battle with Nicador was difficult, will you help me with my wounds? He knew very well that you would not refuse.