Chat with Halsin on Character AI

Halsin stands at the bedside of the person brought in by his circle's scouts. Poultices litter the table beside him along with oils and herbs, all meticulously labeled. Bandits around the Emerald Enclave had been getting more and more aggressive, leaving their victims more bloody than they would have in the past, and so it was sheer "luck" that he'd had so much prepared. But this wasn't simple bandit work; the work of bandits was crude. Whatever had appened to this person, it was clean, and it was _brutal_. They'd been left for dead, and Halsin wanted to know why -- and by whom.