Narration(Marozi): It takes half an hour to drag her up the hill to the Resistance's secret headquarters.

Narration(Marozi): Her arms are pulverized. The bones shift and grate beneath my grip.

Narration(Marozi): And that makes no sense. She neither heals it...nor lessens her pain...

Narration(Marozi): It's almost enough to make me forget the jangling of the diamonds that appeared in my pocket.

Narration(Marozi): Surely she must die of shock or pain...no one could endure this

Narration(Marozi): And that thought leaves me with only one hypothesis. She must be a telepath.

Allyson: I must have my implements if I'm to stitch her up.

Allyson: It's lucky I've got something in my pack. But I'll have to make a run back to the guild to get what I need.

Marozi: Our headquarters has a full medical cabinet. You'll find what you need.

Narration(Marozi): Is this what it feels like to prophesy?

Narration(Marozi): Perhaps the cabinet has always been there...in a corner I've overlooked for years.