Chapter 117

After the exchange with Hebaron, Maxi headed straight to the infirmary where Melric was preparing emergency herbs for the campaign. The old mage sat amongst sacks of herbs strewn over the floor.

Maxi rolled up her sleeves and walked over to the desk to help him. Melric looked up from cramming dried herbs into a small quilted pouch and regarded her with a concerned expression.

"My lady, you do not look well. Why don't you rest in your chambers today? I can manage the preparations myself."

"I merely… had trouble sleeping last night. I am all right."

The old mage sighed as he lowered a jar of salve from the shelf.

"The monsters seem to increase as the years go by. It is truly a mystery."

"Have you… ever been o-on a campaign, Melric?"

"I frequently participated in small-scale raids. I was part of a few long-term campaigns when I was younger too. Although, being a low-level mage only good at healing, I was mostly stationed at the rear."