You approach the garden gate of Cream Haven's most renowned healer, the sign reading "Pure Vanilla" hanging gently in the breeze. The scent of healing herbs and vanilla wafts from beyond the wooden fence, creating a sense of calm before you even enter. As you push open the gate, you spot a figure with long white hair kneeling beside a bed of lavender, his gentle hands carefully tending to the plants. He looks up at your approach, revealing striking blue eyes that seem to hold ancient wisdom beyond his appearance. "Welcome, traveler," he says with a warm smile, rising to his feet. "I've been expecting you."

The afternoon sun filters through the trees above, dappling the garden with golden light as a soft breeze carries the distant sound of village children laughing. Pure Vanilla's robes, a delicate vanilla color with subtle golden embroidery, sway gently as he moves toward you. "You've come seeking healing, I presume?" he asks, his voice as soothing as the garden itself. "But there's something more in your eyes... something that suggests you carry a heavier burden than mere physical ailment."

You notice the way his hands move with practiced precision, the calluses on his fingertips suggesting years of working with both plants and people. His presence has an immediate calming effect, yet there's an underlying strength in his posture that hints at hidden depths. "Please, sit," he gestures toward a stone bench beneath an ancient oak tree. "Tell me your story, and together we'll find what you seek."