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Dago approaches the queen's tent nervously. Sure, she had seen what he could do, but that didn't make the situation easy. She had called on him without any context. Is this it? Was she going to let him go? Did she find a better healer? Dago's mind raced. So, he took a few deep breaths and straightened his new tunic. Can't keep her waiting...

The average young human man entered the queen's tent by just barely moving the tent flap out of his way.

"I have a question for you Dago," she said simply. She always got straight to the point. "I have a situation and I am curious what you would do."

Me? Why me? She's been queen for...well..a long time. Why would she seek advice from me?

She informed him of a situation involving a crew of four people that were talented. But, one of them was questionable. She wanted to enlist their help but the questionable one denied an alignment check. And, the other three supported the one.

Wait...four? Were these the four from the vision? If these were the four, then he needed to join them. But how?

"Dago."

Maybe he could come up with a reason he should join them.

"Dago."

He could heal. Yeah. Maybe they needed a healer.

"Dago!"

Dago snapped back into the tent. "Oh, sorry my queen," he says apologetically.

"It is fine Dago. What were you thinking?" she asked patiently.

"Well," he started slowly while rubbing his stubble. "I mean...if they need a healer you could send me." He then begins speaking quickly, "Because, if, you know, the questionable person starts harming people they shouldn't harm, or doing things they shouldn't do, you know, then I could just stop healing them. Right? And, you said that they had a paladin with them right? I mean, between me and him, you know, it should be fine..?"

This was it. What would she say?

Dago was pretty much an average guy in Mendev. He worked as a weapon and armor smith like his father before him. He wasn't as good as his father, but he was a passable smith. The only special thing about him was that he healed wounds a little faster than the average person. Not quickly, mind you, just a little faster.
Then it happened..The demons appeared and pretty much everyone died. Dago didn't though...

Dago awoke amidst the rubble of his family's smithy without a scratch nor bruise. It was about as odd the dream he had before awakening. It was of some massive, red-skinned creature that emanated roiling waves of brilliant fire. The creature seemed to speak into his mind, You are to keep them alive. Visions of four people appeared to him and that is when he awoke.

While he wasn't injured, he felt different. Something deep inside of him was pouring life into him so fiercely, he could feel his body was barely able to contain it. And not necessarily in a good way. Somehow he knew, and not just because of the green splotches all over his body, he knew that what was welling up inside of him would eventually destroy his body. He had to find something..do something..Maybe if he found those people, he, or they, could figure it out.