Having begun to walk through the poor districts he often came upon people working hard or children playing with whatever makeshift toys they could manage to create. He didn’t interfere in the activities of these people and if he was noticed he just flashed them a nice smile and continued on his way, content to observe for the time being. After traveling around for a bit, he came upon a large cathedral that was somewhat out of place in the poor area. It wasn’t surprising to Vyrst that the cathedral was there, as religious figures had always been a bit loose with their coins when it came to showing off their wealth and power. Vyrst wasn’t the religious type, but he was always willing to go inside and see what sort of things the people and priests believed in, regardless of whether or not he thought it to be reasonable or true.
After making his way inside he noticed a very young looking priest surrounded by hordes of what looked like very sick people. They had runny noses and looked to be distraught with fevers and pain. Perhaps there was an epidemic of sorts, but Vyrst wasn’t the type to fear such things, and so he approached the priest and the group of sick folks. The priest was surprised to see someone that was not of the area, but he was quick to come up to Vyrst and say “Welcome friend, I know this is a bit much to ask, but would you be willing to help me treat these poor people? They are wrought with disease and there are far too many people for me to distribute medicine to alone.” Vyrst didn’t have to think about his answer to this question, as it just gave him an excuse to go around talking to the people about their lives and what their dreams for the future are and such.
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