After all, he's a dragon. - Herpetes shook his head. - Do you know who treated Draco?
-A doctor named Xian'qett.- Darius tried to take a deep breath to calm himself down a little.
-Xian'qett, Xian'qett...- The healer stood up and, repeating the name, walked over to one of the bookshelves. He browsed through the backs of the books for a moment until he took out one of the obviously older ones. He began to leaf through the densely written pages. Finally, he stopped and pointed at something with his finger.- Xian'qett... Ah, yes, Orth'zeth Xian'qett. I met him once.- He muttered, reading the entry in the book.- Yes, an orc shaman, healer and surgeon. Very talented. For a long time, he was the first shaman in Durtah Zav and the right-hand man of the previous war chief of the grey orcs. After the change of power at court twenty years ago, he withdrew into the shadows and later disappeared... If it is indeed him, I am not surprised that Draco is in such good condition despite bearing so many signs of serious injuries.
-He chose Dagos for his retirement...- Darius sighed.- Madame Nasua really made sure that her nephew was treated by the best healer.
-Yes, yes.- Herpetes closed the book and turned to Darius.- You don't have to worry, he'll be fine. Yes, yes.- He hesitated.- There's just one thing that worries me. Draco has clearly been suffering from injuries for a long time, often several at once. It may turn out that for this reason he has a very high tolerance for pain and a tendency to disregard his own injuries. You should keep that in mind. Yes, you should.
-I certainly will.- Darius was not pleased with this information. Wrestling with his thoughts, he looked at the book he was holding. He had forgotten that he had picked it up at all. The pages were covered with Dr Herpetes' dense handwriting. Bleist scanned a few lines and quickly closed the manuscript, realising that he did not know the alphabet, let alone the language in which it
