Heroist
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Veritta hesitated for a moment, then forced herself to imagine that the strangely smiling, unfamiliar healer was their old village wise woman. Of course, the local healer was much younger and unlikely to provide the same quality of care as the wise old woman, steeped in the knowledge of her ancestors, but it was still better than if some male doctor offered her such nonsense.
"Alright, do your bloodletting and measurements," the girl agreed, without much enthusiasm, but with the same respect in her voice.
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