Lungworth

“Don’t worry about my lodging; I’m actually too comfortable here, it’s unusual. In our clan, everyone can sleep outdoors in any weather without shelter. Just say a prayer to the spirits, and they will warm the frozen ground, drive away the rain, and cool the heat with the wind. And now I understand everything about your friend. He accidentally fell into a deadly trap: sometimes it seems that the body weakens and asks for rest, but if you give in even once, it will only get worse. Weakness and laziness will attack, and you won’t have the strength for anything. It’s very sad when such a great person destroys himself…” Veritta sighed sadly. “Well, maybe I can help with a kind word or advice. Lead me to your sick friend.”