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This is Asthildadur the healer. She is so freaking holy, so blessed and so smiled upon by the gods, armies stop fighting while she passes a battle field. Savage beasts becomes docile in her presence and rumor has it that when it's raining heavy, the water evaporates a meter above her head in case it would offend getting her wet. Also when she passes through a village, roses sprouts on the trees (even during winter), crime drop drastically and every one are trying to resist a terrible urge to sing and dance and hug.
She is considered a disturbingly dangerous woman.
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