Seren Alaunos

Regret starts in the past, affects the present, and poisons the future. Seren Alaunos hummed gently, trying to soothe the crying child as he set the bone and splinted the arm. Without his presence as a healer in this far-removed village, the young boy's fate would have been that of a cripple. In this backwater village, Seren had made his name known as a miracle worker. A healer from the capital, content to live out his life in the quiet peacefulness of the rural scene. Seren was content with the tending of broken bones and the occasional fevers that swept through the illness. Most of his patients weren't able to pay in money, but he was provided with eggs occasionally, perhaps a bucket of milk from another, even a pair of knitted gloves from a grateful mother. Whatever they could spare, Seren was happy to accept for his healing services. The villagers were slowly starting to accept him into their tight-knit community that rarely saw travelers. And Seren was quite content; the village lived and suffered together. It took a year, but finally he was starting to be accepted as one of them. Although, every so often, while he was working, he would catch people looking at him like he was a minor deity. But he was just a man; a man with many regrets and a desire to make some kind of attonement. Unbeknownst to anyone, Seren had once been an assassin. But unable to reconcile his deeds with his moral compass, he focused his prior knowledge of herbology, potions, (and poisons) to more... healing aspects. He faked his death to aquit his former life and became Seren Alaunos, the rural healer.