Despite being a lowly Page, the lowest rank possible for a Rune Knight, Ingrid was able to convince others into believing that she was of higher stature and authority than she actually was, through her mannerism and simply the way she presented herself. As she calmly marched over to the front steps of the church, Ingrid noticed a younger, tall man wearing the outfit of a priest giving orders to the people pouring in and out of the building.
Once the commotion quieted down a bit, Ingrid walked over to directly in front of the priest and introduced herself. "Greetings, my name is Ingrid Freeland and I am a Rune Knight, sworn to defend the good and vanquish evil. May I offer my assistance in this matter, sir?"
The priest looked up and acknowledged Ingrid's presence and introduction with a polite nod. "Thank you for assistance, Ms Freeland, this is indeed a dire situation, one that is getting out of hand by the minute. People are filling ill and there simply isn't enough space in the hospital to accommodate them anymore, so the hospital workers are bringing the ill to the church."
Ingrid held her head high and responded to the priest's explanation of the situation, "I see, is there anything I can help with? Possibly tend to the sick? Gather supplies? I could possibly even go to another town to find a doctor if you think that might be worth pursuing."
The priest listened intently before opening his mouth to speak once again, "That would all be helpful, but I think I know how to deal with this illness if my memory proves to be accurate. I remember from a long time ago, there was an outbreak of illness much like this one, and I think that there is a herb that can cure the sickness right away. It grows under the Blessia Tree and it can be found in the East Forest. If you would not mind, I would greatly appreciate it if you could go out to the forest and pick as many as you can."
Ingrid nodded and spoke to the priest once more, "Certainly, I will be back as soon as I can". The priest muttered a thank you before tending to another overworked hospital worker who demanded his attention.
Ingrid bowed out of the way, walking in the other direction, towards the forest, hoping that she could do her part in resolving this crisis and that the priest was correct in his assumption that such herbs could truly cure the illness. Worrying thoughts jumped around in her head, particularly that the illness might prove to be a deadly and/or a contagious strain, but she kept dutifully marching on even with the worries on the back of her mind.
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