Rania wasn’t sure where the mercenary was headed to once the sun had disappeared and night befell the city, but she assumed that it probably included lots of alcohol and other suspicious things. Either way, it wasn’t like her to spy or judge him for whatever he did in his freetime, so she simply didn’t. They did have some things in common after all, and enjoying work and being kept on their toes was one of them. Because of this, Rania had decided to pick up a quest from the local mission board – one that required them to infiltrate a cartel, but yielded a decent reward. Apparently cartels were a thing here in Hosenka, and there were a multitude of them.
The people in power had their way with the law, and somehow no one here was ever in jail for long. It was still the early morning hours, but by now the mercenary should be used to this. She fully expected him to be still asleep when she turned up inside his room and of course, there he was, dozing away and looking about as charming and handsome as a swamp toad. The quest would lead them into yet another gambling den, so hopefully his angriness from being woken up so early would fade the moment he got those news. Rania pulled a chair next to his bedside and her eyes fell on the hole inside his torso. The blanket was unevenly spread across his body, leaving that part uncovered and while he still slept she couldn’t help but stare at it. Rania had gotten pretty good at sneaking up on him by now.
The healer had seen many mutilations and body deformities throughout the years of her practice, but what Kenzo had was entirely unique. Carefully, her fingers graced the outlines of the hole and she sent a pulse of magic through it to see if she could fix what had been taken from him. His skin was soft around the edges, and the hole itself unnaturally dark – pitch black even. If he was ticklish, he would have probably woken up by now.