Heroist
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The Cultist places a hand on Tsulak's shoulder.
"Your attitude pleases us all, my son. We will meet at noon by the village gates. In the meantime, do something useful for your body and soul."
The less inclined to advise rest, the cultist leaves. Tsulak remains in proud solitude.
going to fight (will they heal me before the fight?)
Whatever