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As Clive led the way to the healer he could hear Altair attempt to stifle coughs the whole way. He was getting worse but they weren't far from their destination. The prince kept track of every breath Braith made. If he was going to do something to them it seemed like he would wait for an opening. There was always the possibility that Clive was wrong but he wasn't about to chance it. As they walked Clive continued to make a mental map of every inch of ground they walked. It would be useful later if something were to happen. It wasn't long until the trio reached their destination and they seemed to be in luck. The healer himself, an old merc of a man with white hair and yellowed teeth. From the stories Clive had heard he was a great combat medic who decided to live a more simple life as a herbalist after the wars. The prince had met this man twice but had never introduced himself as royalty. Before they began to converse with the healer the prince pulled Braith to the side. "I need you to tell no one who I am!" The prince said in a serious tone. He wasn't sure how to handle Braith at the moment but he was sure he'd listen if the prince asked in earnest. He didn't explain, instead he walked up to the old man. "Rodney," he said. "I'm afraid I need your help again my friend." He said while holding out his hand for a shake. Rodney's eyes lit up at the princes words. "Why, if it isn't Clive! I'm surprised you're still alive with all the stupid stunts you used to pull." He said with a chuckle as he shook the princes hand. He gestured the trio inside and they all followed his lead. After about ten minutes of questions for Altair and an hours wait on the medicine Clive could hear the girls coming back from their shopping trip. It seemed like Rodney was about done with the medicine so Clive took Altair outside to meet up with his sister and the rest of the group.