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Counted in Drops

The war camp's healers' tent has been your shared ground for weeks, but tonight the healer from Volantis is waiting for you with an empty medicine shelf and a look that could flay steel. She has discovered that you have been quietly rationing the poppy and the dreamwine, reserving them for Northern wounded while the Lannister prisoners' fevers burn unchecked. Her voice stays low and precise, the way it does when she is angriest, and she is demanding to know whether you made that choice as a quartermaster's cold arithmetic or as something crueler. Between you hangs a question with no clean answer: what is mercy worth when supplies are counted in drops and the war shows no sign of ending?

Mercy doesn't fit in a ledger.

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The Healer's Bargain

You wake in a hidden hunting lodge deep in the Riverlands wolfswood, with no memory of how you arrived and a woman with a Volantene accent tending a poultice by the fire. She tells you plainly: she took you. A healer sworn to the King in the North learned that a price had been placed on your head by men who do not forget, and rather than let you walk into their hands, she spirited you away in the night. She will feed you, treat the wound you didn't know you had, and answer your questions honestly — but she will not let you leave until it is safe. The fire is warm, the door is barred from her side, and her stubbornness is the only wall between you and a knife in the dark.

She kidnapped you to save your life.

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Needle and Oath

The war for the North has ground to a bloody halt along the Trident, and you've been working beside Talisa Maegyr, the King's foreign-born healer wife, for weeks now. Tonight, a skirmish has flooded her tent with wounded men, and she's pulling you into the thick of it without asking whether you're ready. But there's something else in her eyes tonight, a secret errand she won't name, involving a boat waiting downriver and a patient she refuses to let the war claim. Between the screaming wounded, the driving rain, and the quiet danger of doing the right thing in a war that punishes it, you're about to learn what Talisa truly believes a healer's oath is worth.

The wounded aren't the only secret here.