“Actually, yes. Many times. But I always thought those were the normal fares for a healer.” In the moment he said it out loud, Lith remembered how ignorant he was in the ways of the new world.

“They are not.” Nana shook her head.

“Listen, little imp, in a few years you are going to get out of this village and face the world. Not everyone is kind as your parents, and most nobles are not like Count Lark.

For the average person life is hard, most of the time unfair, and hard work means nothing without luck and opportunity. I don’t tell you this because I want to scare you, only because I don’t want you to make my same mistakes.

You need to wise up, so let me tell you a story. Once upon a time, a mage fallen from grace decided to return to her old village, to settle in and forget about her failures. At first, people were scared of her, thinking she would abuse her power and authority to settle old feuds.

But the mage was too tired and bitter for petty revenges, she only wanted peace. So, when she became a medicine woman, doing nothing but tending to the ill and wounded for a fair price, the villagers were really happy

And when they noticed that since her arrival brigands, merchants and nobles treated the village with much more respect, they became ecstatic. But bad things kept happening from time to time, since the mage had no interest in playing hero.