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Agnet and Gahedj had a meal, rested for a bit, and regained their strength. The girl decided to leave her new acquaintance for a short time and visit the local hospital. She wanted to consult about her hand: it had been hurting badly lately. Although it's strange that a missing hand can hurt. [If Aretz wants, he can catch up. I don't have anything to do right now anyway. Revan, tell me, are these beds available for just one day? Or until we set sail?]
“The Executioner’s Workshop” truly lived up to its reputation, and Agnet often heard someone somewhere squealing like a pig at a slaughterhouse. When she finally saw the local “luminary,” she witnessed an unpleasant scene: the doctor was cutting out organs from a person on the operating table one after another, then handing them over to his assistant – a frost mage, who in turn froze them with spells.