William had to make a plan.
However, before he did anything, he had to heal people. So woman had been beaten to a pulp and wouldn't say by whom. And there were children covered in bruises. A few people had broken fingers that had been crushed by thugs or had lost eyes to people they owed money to.
It just went on and on and he hated it. Rusara, William realized, had filtered who had been treated. Now, as he treated anyone who ca, he could only wonder what people did to one another. Jehair had operated in this place and had been doing so for decades. What did that do to a person?
No wonder Jehair had such a low opinion of civilization. William wondered what the elf would think of his actions here.
Either way, William decided not to ask how people got their injuries. He just healed them and moved on.
A few tis, he was asked to enter houses to help those who could not co to him. He ca when asked and afterward went to speak to the guards.
"Excuse ?" said William.
"Yes, who are you?" asked the man, eyeing him carefully.
"I'd like to talk to you," said William.
"About what?" asked the man, seeing the armor.
"I'm from a concerned Lord in Artarq," said William. "We've heard the news from our sources about economic problems. n have been forced off their lands. rcenaries have been without work, all while rchants buy out their lives. I'm looking for more information." He wished dearly for a bath but had no ti for that.
"Well, I don't know about rchants," said the man, looking down the street.
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