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The blind man was trying to get the strange substance out of one of his feet. Nithel’s feet still burned from all the sharp dust in them, but the man had a large sliver. Like a piece of metal. And he was bleeding quite a bit.

“Ya’know what. I’m just gonna go with the one nearest me.” He said and stretched out his leg, more blood leaked from the wound. “Once I fix my foot.”

Nithel, after glancing at the others, approached carefully. “How do you intend to do that?” His voice was soft, but not a whisper. Steady and full. Nithel pulled his shirt off, looking down at the man. “If we come upon something like a needle and thread, I could sew the wound.” Nithel squatted, staying about a yard away from the man. He fell on his bum, with a sigh, his feet thanking him for the relief. But he didn’t pause, and began to rip his old shirt, turning the bottom half into a long strip of cloth. He spoke even quieter as he worked, eyes down, but facing the blind man. “There are three mirrors. Each labeled differently- ‘Accept your unforgiveness and vengefulness’, ‘Accept your anger and wrath’, and ‘Accept your greed and selfishness’. I can describe the mirrors for you, if you wish.” You heard the voice. He quickly rolled the cloth strip, and tossed it in the blind man’s lap. Afraid to get near him, but willing. “Can you wrap your foot to staunch the bleeding?” He probably could. But would it be tight enough? Done in the right way? Nithel didn’t know if the man had easily bruised pride, and didn’t want to incite him to do something foolish, by assuming he couldn’t do something.

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