Plans and Preparations (Part 2)
'On top of that, people like Terl will take good care of my stuff until I come collecting it.' He actually thought.
The man started sobbing and grabbed the edge of Lith's robe to kiss it in a sign of devotion, creeping him big time.
"Calm down, Sergeant. There are no gods, just good mages doing their jobs." Lith said while stepping back.
"Archmage Verhen, I know I'm overstepping my bounds, but could you please visit the city hospital?" One of the soldiers that had managed to stand up said. "Winter left several people scarred and it will take a while before Baron Wyalon can afford a good Healer to take care of them."
For cities like Jambel, it was unfeasible to move so many people to the nearest city with a mage capable of using tier four and five of healing magic. The best course of action was to pay the mage to reach the city and treat those who required professional help.