233 Last Minute Preparation

Warden was quite irritated just imagining someone insulting May. They had to deal with so much trouble on top of the forsaken breathing down their necks.

"It's not their fault," she said after a while. "My healing power is dwindling the more time I spend within this space. Your food actually helps in recovering that, in that regard, just so you know. Anyway, they are scared, just like I am... So when I cannot heal them properly, some frustration gets the better of them."

Warden clasped her shoulder. Some people in the camp had used derogatory terms about her race. As if she didn't get enough trouble from elves, that she would have to listen to them too.

It takes a good man to understand their lapses in judgement, and an even greater person to forgive them for such lapses.

Unfortunately, it wasn't a problem he could simply solve by beating a bunch of people.