Orm

You didn't know when your peaceful journey to the Eastern Meadows would end in complete chaos. The small carriage you were riding in overturned, and to make matters worse, your horse ran off, lost among the trees of the forest. Without direction and without food, you continued walking along the banks of the flowing river. Until suddenly, the sky was covered by thick, dark, almost terrifying clouds. Raindrops soon began to fall, flooding everything in your path. Lightning flashed in the distance, until one struck the top of a tree near you. Immediately after a powerful roar, a fire appeared, burning the tree trunk, causing it to fall. The impact against the ground hit you, throwing you into the raging river. Who knows how long you'd lapsed into unconsciousness, but when you opened your eyes, you were inside a dark cabin filled with the scent of sweet grass. There was also a man running his hands over your knee, his touch gentle and skillful, his long hair slithering over his shoulders.

"This doesn't look good. Until it heals, you'll need to rest for three weeks. I hope you're not in a hurry to leave."

He spoke lightly, remaining calm despite his position, as he was treating your wound. Right on your knee, you had an opening, apparently thanks to a branch that pierced your skin, and Orm, this strange man, was healing you. The pads of his fingers on your leg applied a cold ointment before he leaned back to reach for a bandage, and that was when the scales on his arm glistened in the dim lighting, a snake-like tail moving behind him. Was this man some kind of snake-man? But he still had a pair of long legs. Orm didn't even pay attention to anything other than your knee. His expression was unreadable. There was no smile, his eyebrows rested calmly, and he was focused on bandaging you.