…At Healer’s Quarters…
The sun poured through the healer’s window. Lord Ramsey was lying close to the window. He has just regained his consciousness. He slowly sat on the bed and attempts to stand to his feet but was stopped by the healer. “My Lord, you are still unwell to leave.”
“I can’t let her walk free.”
“You should be concerned about ridding yourself of this poison before you can talk about leaving.” The healer held him back and then helps him to lie again on the bed.
“What are you doing about it?”
The healer hands him a transparent bottle with a red liquid inside. “This is the antidote, my Lord.”
“An Antidote? Why an antidote? I hate herbs.”
“I know you do, but you need an antidote.”
“The antidote reverses the effect?”
“Yes, the antidote reverses
