Theronil motioned to Arelanis upon hearing the knock at the door. “Open the front door.” He said as she fluttered to the other room. He could hear the lock unlatch and the door open. “I’m in the bedroom.” He called out.
“I got your note.” The young mage, Sanimir Lightmist, said while standing int the doorway. “I’m not too late, am I? I was in the library, and I didn’t check my mail until just now. I was about to go to wait for Isandri for her portal home.”
“No, you’re in time. Isandri wants me to meet with her after her lessons. She’s made an appointment for me in Silvermoon to see a healer.” Theronil sat up in bed. “Can you hand me a robe out of the closet? One from the right side.”
Sanimir walked to the closet. “Oh, are you seeing my father?”
“Yes, he’s a priest. I told Isandri that he may be able to help. He’s very good. If not, he might know someone.” Sanimir started looking through the robes in the closet. “Which one do you want?”
“The purple one will be fine. It should be in there.” Theronil refrained from sighing. First the kid wouldn’t take his pay, and now he was getting his father involved as well. Theronil felt bad enough asking him to give him a portal to Silvermoon today. He knew he wouldn’t take any gold for it.
Sanimir looked a few more seconds before pulling the dark purple robe out of the closet.
“Yes that one.” Theronil said as Sanimir brought it to him.
“I’ll just wait in the other room while–”
“No, don’t do that.” Theronil slipped the robe on over his head while still covered by the sheet. He winced as he moved his legs to the side of the bed. “I need help standing.”
Sanimir nodded, “Oh of course.” He hurried over to the bed, and helped Theronil stand. “Should I put the portal here. I could open it right to my father’s office, to the waiting room, if you want. I can tell Isandri to look for you there too.”
Theronil nodded with a painful wince. “That’ll be good.”
Sanimir opened the portal. He helped Theronil through to a room with a few chairs in it, then helped him to one of the chairs to sit. “I’ll tell them you’re here and I’ll go get Isandri.”
Sanimir left through a door to another room. Theronil could hear him talking to someone. Then it was quiet again. There were some boring books on the small table next to him. He picked one up, and started looking through it.
A few minutes later, Isandri burst into the room. “Thero!” He put the book aside as she hugged him. “Sanimir said you could barely walk.”
“I’m fine.” He tried to smile convincingly. She gave him that look. “It hurts a bit.” He admitted.
The other door opened. “Theronil Whitemorn, the priest will see you now.”
Theronil stood, keeping all of his weight on one foot. He frowned at the open door on the other side of the room. Isandri frowned as well as she began to help him cross the room. He winced with each step, although he tried not to. Halfway to the door she stopped him. She pulled one of the chairs closer. “Hold onto this.” She said as she knelt on the floor beside him. Her hands glowed with the light. Theronil held onto the chair as she moved her hands over his leg. The pain subsided. “Can you make it to the room now?” She asked worriedly.
Theronil nodded. The pain wasn’t completely gone, and he still limped, but it was much easier now. He let go of the back of the chair and limped to the examining room.
An older elf sat there, the priest. He looked much like his son. He had the same dark red hair and the same darker skin tone, but he looked much older. Theronil would guess he was around 250 or so. Which would make him younger than the one he saw in Dalaran. That one had been elderly.
“Theronil Whitemorn, it’s nice to meet you. I’m Isturon Lightmist. Your friend,” he nodded at Isandri, “has told me that you have a problem with your leg, an old injury in which the tendons didn’t heal correctly?”
Theronil nodded. “Yes, I’ve recently been told it’s two tendons and two ligaments that need to be repaired, along with the muscle.”
“Let’s see it then.”
Theronil lifted his robe to show his left leg.
The priest frowned immediately upon seeing it. “You are missing a bit of muscle mass, aren’t you.” He said more as an observation than a question.
Theronil twitched an ear and nodded.
The priests hands glowed in a warm light as he held them over Theronil’s leg. He frowned and nodded to himself a few times. He glanced up, “Three ligaments, but one is minor. I only found one tendon.”
“The other priest said it was in my foot, and small. It might heal itself if I stay off of it.”
Isturon’s hands glowed again, this time checking Theronil’s foot. He nodded. “I don’t think we need to worry about that one. It should heal while you’re in recovery for the others, if you have something done, which I do highly recommend that you do. I have done tendon and ligament repairs before, but the muscle is beyond my capabilities. However, I have a feeling that what is left of it would be able to make up for what is missing within a few years, if you were able to use it on a consistent basis. With the tendons and ligaments repaired, you shouldn’t have any trouble doing so.”
Theronil nodded, “How much will it cost?”
“Six thousand gold.”
Theronil blinked. Isandri began to smile. Theronil twitched an ear, “For which part?”
“For all of it. The process will have you in surgery most of one day, then you won’t be able to use that leg at all for a few weeks to let the healing take.”
Isandri grinned, “How soon can you do it?”
“You can check with my receptionist to make an appointment. I believe the earliest I have open will be a couple of weeks from now.”
Isandri smiled at Theronil.
“Did you have any other questions?” The priest asked.
“No, thank you.” Theronil smiled a bit as he got up. Isandri helped him as he limped to the door to make the appointment to come back.