The Much Deserved Feast

Near the entrance of the Balt Guildhall, a door swung open as Rydel entered the room. Inside were multiple beds, with adorning chairs and tables for visitors.

Rydel looked around and found Jack in the back corner, accompanied by a doctor. "How is he doc? Anything you could do?"

The doctor sighed heavily, "Nothing… I couldn't do anything."

"Don't worry yourself. This kid is very different from anyone else, so much so that the reason he's like this is confidential," explained Rydel, trying to alleviate the doctor's concerns from his inability to treat a patient. "You're not the first person who couldn't help the situation. But, do you have any idea on what's going on with him?"

"I've never seen anything quite like this," admitted the doctor. "Anything magical is unable to help him, and traditional medical supplies are only slightly better. Honestly, I'm amazed he's still alive."

"Really? It's that bad?"