Meanwhile, in the small isolated hamlet of Sanara....

There's a lady who knows, as the stars have foretold, sometimes ailments you bring her start healing.
And you'll think it's her skill, or the strength of her will, or the prayers she'll say while she is kneeling.
To a house by a brook, the unwell you can bring, and perhaps it's her fate she is sealing.
For vitality wanes, and the wheel slowly spins, and now hers is the life force that's leaving.

There's a sign on the door, but you want to be sure... does she take employer plans, or just gold for the dealing?
And it makes me wonder.

Whether in Dirtwater, or back here in the self proclaimed City of Medicine, it really makes me wonder.

I wonder all the more because the Stygian forest has grown wild, its creatures corrupted and violent, completely cutting Sanara off from the the normal route that leads there from Dirtwater. It used to be a promising trade route, but the gold doesn't matter anymore, it's scarcely worth the effort. Even so, word made its way here--the famed Healer of Sanara has sent out a desperate call to any adventurers brave enough to pierce the woods... not to cure them, but for a final confession.

Adventurers in Dirtwater who'd like to answer the call of the Healer of Sanara, hearken to the invitation!