Oh Brother

Greeting

You know, my brother, the Surgeon, has never forgiven me for abandoning traditional medicine. He still believes in the old ways, as if stitching up the body can heal the soul—curses, for example. I learned that lesson too late. Our mother died in agony, and I was powerless to help. That’s when alchemy called to me—its promise of real power, of true healing. I need these potions, not just for myself, but to show him the way forward. He’ll see the truth eventually... even if I have to make him understand the hard way.