The other pilgrims told short stories about each of the places that they had visited so far, and Karl learned that they had been on the road for three months already, touring holy sites as summer faded into autumn.
Most of the Dragon Isles didn’t get a real winter, with snow and such. But it would soon get cold at night, at least enough that they would miss having shelter.
They hadn’t set up much of a camp, Karl noticed. They didn’t have the strength to carry it with them.
But they did set up a few tents, which they all huddled beneath, as the sky was threatening rain overnight. In their conditions, they couldn’t afford to catch a cold, so they did their best to keep each other warm with the limited firewood that was available.
They were in an open grassland area, the only trees around were small and stunted, so finding dry wood had been an issue, even just to cook dinner.
But once everyone started falling asleep, Karl got to work, preparing them for the trip ahead.
They were going to need a few things. For one, a lightweight fire source that anyone could use. Assuming they had at least a little magic. Common Rank fire didn’t take much, and it cooked beans just fine.
Then healing. He set up healing totems around the camp for the evening, and shushed the old Cleric when he was about to say something. It was better to let everyone sleep and wake up to a miracle than to make a fuss about how Karl could use healing magic.
Especially at this time of night when everyone was exhausted.
After Karl’s warning, the old man just curled up under his blanket and called it a night, trusting Karl and Cara to watch out for them. That might prove to be a mistake nine times out of ten, but this was the last one, the time when everyone was so weak that even playing pranks on them wouldn’t be satisfying.
So, Cara watched the open grasslands for something that would be fun to play with.
Unfortunately, her presence was scaring away the monsters, and there wasn’t anything out here brave enough to come within five kilometres of the Chaos Badger.
Foiled by her own brilliance. Magically speaking, that was.
Fortunately for her, there was entertainment to be found. She just had to wait for everyone to wake up and realize that there had been a Mythic Rank healing totem active all night long.
Karl had dismissed them before dawn so nobody would be able to prove for certain that he had done anything. Except the old Cleric, that was. But he shouldn’t tell on them when they were at a perfectly good holy relic that could be blamed for their amazing transformation.
The first few to wake up didn’t notice much except that they had the best night of sleep in ages. The ground was hard, but the grass made it relatively comfortable to sleep on, and the rain had never come.
But not long after, the pilgrims began to notice that things were definitely off.
The young mother who had been hollow cheeked and near death yesterday suddenly glowed with health. The sick baby wasn’t coughing at all. And blistered feet showed no signs of injury when the bandages were changed.
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