"Thank you, I think it is time for me to go to sleep, get my strength back up and then start again tomorrow, I'm pleased with the progress we are making"
He stood and leaned lightly on Shie, who led him back to his room in the inn and helped him get into bed.
"Thank you Shie, have a pleasent evening, see you in the morning"
He laid back and closed his eyes, offering a silent prayer to The Gods to help them get through the ordeal as quickly and swiftly as possible. Then he was asleep.
The next morning:
Lièrén awoke early, like he always did, he felt different immediatly, he wasn't in pain, his ribs weren't hurting and the burn marks on his arms weren't stinging. He didn't feel any pain what so ever, at first he thought he had died and was at peace, but when he looked to his left and saw the wall of his room, he knew it wasn't the case. He sat up, confused, then realised that he wasn't in pain from sitting up, looking down he got the fright of his life; he was completely healed.
He jumped up out of bed and looked down at his body, every mark and blemish and wound was gone, he took the bandage off his head and felt the skin on his forehead, the gash was gone. He tore the bandages off from around his chest, he was completely healed, the skin was smooth and unblemished like they had been before he had fought the demons.
He put on the bottom half of his robe and then went downstairs, being careful not to awake Shie. He grabbed his sword off the table and took it outside, no one else was around, so he unsheafed his sword and practiced with it, feeling good that he could move freely again. He smiled as he worked his sword, going through the familiar motions that he always went through.