Mayla walked smoothly down the stairs and headed towards the counter. She paid for the room and thanked the innkeeper. "Here both my body and my soul have recovered. I praise you for that. Here is something you might find useful." Having said that Mayla handed the innkeeper a small pouch. "Crush a couple of leaves and mix them with boiling water. This compound will heal any wound that gods wish to be healed."
The hobbit behind the counter accepted her present with gratitude. Mayla turned around and walked to the door. She still didn't know exactly what was to come but the despair was gone and she would face the difficulties of her road without hesitation. Her hair reflected the gold of the morning sun as she opened the door and walked out.
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Despair is only for those
who see the end beyond all doubt.
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