Grayson Islands

And who is this?

The streets of the capital were, as always, crowded. Life here never slowed down, and even at night, the number of people decreased only slightly. And in the gaming district, at this time of day, it only increased. Longin, a young mage, had been playing cards all day, pretending to be an avid gambler. Evening was approaching, and he was already preparing to leave, as he didn't like large crowds. Although, in his situation, they were only a plus. One of the most dangerous and wanted criminals had changed his appearance and voice, hiding from the agents of the Order. The resistance movement had been almost completely destroyed. He didn't know for sure if any of his comrades were still alive in other parts of the country. He was alone here. However, he wasn't going to stop. In the coming days, all members of the supreme council would gather in the city, and its informal leader – the supreme mage Sheol Avensis. This doesn't happen often. "This is my only chance to finally end the tyranny of the Order," the mage thought, and in that instant, he suppressed the dangerous thoughts, turning his attention back to the cards, because the agents of the Order were everywhere. He was distracted from the game by a stranger. Placing a hand on Longin's shoulder, he spoke to him.

Walking down the wide corridor, Mark tried not to be distracted by extraneous thoughts. Knowing the Order, he understood that the chances of getting out of this mess and escaping the pursuit were slim, but no matter how small the chance of success, it should always be taken if the alternative meant death.
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The archer decides to slightly open the door, preparing to turn back if necessary.

How serious are his wounds? Is it worth trying to heal him?