Chapter 127: Healing
Word reached Hannah quickly of Ghost's presence in the port and she knew their paths would cross again soon.
All across Zamorde Port small groups of townsfolk merchants and wandering adventurers lingered in tavern doorways market corners and guild hall benches murmuring low among themselves.
Clusters of locals chatted openly about the rumors swirling around the mysterious masked figure hidden within the harbour slums.
"They say he moves like smoke through narrow alleyways no city guard can ever corner him" one roving adventurer spoke to the circle gathered around him.
"Folks label him a thief and a vagrant but he never steals from honest folk" a fish merchant muttered shaking his head.
"He only tends to the sick and starving in the forgotten slum districts no healer nor priest will go near" an elderly townsfolk added.
"He works tirelessly to please people in need sharing old remedies and quiet aid without asking for any reward in return."
