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"That's very awful, I'm sorry for your wound and I wish so much to help. I fear though even if I tried with out being for sure of my ability to heal you, I could kill you." Arkelse said. "You mentioned a sister though, I don't suppose you know anything of a girl, women I guess now," Arkelse paused as if deep in thought. "A women named Luriana?"
"hmmmmm" he thought hard it seemed slightly familiar. "You know, I heard of her once. But I only know that she was the right hand to an evil man before he died." that is all I know.
"Evil man?! That must be the dictator, but were you for sure she was the right hand? That doesn't at all seem like her. I thank you for this information, Kavanah!" Arkelse replied.
"It was no problem at all." Kavanah replied. I'll have to keep watching him, whatever he knows about this place of healing I need to know. " I'll see you around." he said as he began to take off rather clumsily. "Need to restore my strength sometime right."