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EquinoxSol
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"Saedor, get over here," called Aenaer, Sae's master.
"Yes, sir?" his apprentice asked, walking over to the front room where Aenaer was.
Aenaer was young, for being the city's only true doctor. He couldn't have been more than thirty years old, and with his dark hair and green eyes, he could have been any woman's husband, but now it wasn't certain if he would make it through the day. He was going to join the soldiers in the fight against the invading army, but Sae knew he wasn't a fighting man. He was a doctor for a reason. At least, if he wasn't fighting, he would be trying to heal fallen soldier on the battlefield.
Aenaer fixed him with a long stare. "I'm going to fight. I'm probably not going to be coming back...You're no longer an apprentice if that happens, okay?"
"Yes, sir," Sae answered, trying to keep the grin off his face. If he became a doctor, not an apprentice, he thought he would be the happiest elf alive. "Sir...?" Sae asked, while Aenaer was pulling on his shoes. "Uh, do you think that the city will still belong to elves after today?"
"Of course, Sae," he answered, standing up. "Over the Hundred Year War, this city's gotten through five different sieges, and this will be no different. I'm certain everything will be fine." With that, Aenaer left, leaving Sae in the doctor's house and shop, wringing his hands in worry and frustration.
"Yes, sir?" his apprentice asked, walking over to the front room where Aenaer was.
Aenaer was young, for being the city's only true doctor. He couldn't have been more than thirty years old, and with his dark hair and green eyes, he could have been any woman's husband, but now it wasn't certain if he would make it through the day. He was going to join the soldiers in the fight against the invading army, but Sae knew he wasn't a fighting man. He was a doctor for a reason. At least, if he wasn't fighting, he would be trying to heal fallen soldier on the battlefield.
Aenaer fixed him with a long stare. "I'm going to fight. I'm probably not going to be coming back...You're no longer an apprentice if that happens, okay?"
"Yes, sir," Sae answered, trying to keep the grin off his face. If he became a doctor, not an apprentice, he thought he would be the happiest elf alive. "Sir...?" Sae asked, while Aenaer was pulling on his shoes. "Uh, do you think that the city will still belong to elves after today?"
"Of course, Sae," he answered, standing up. "Over the Hundred Year War, this city's gotten through five different sieges, and this will be no different. I'm certain everything will be fine." With that, Aenaer left, leaving Sae in the doctor's house and shop, wringing his hands in worry and frustration.