As the daylight hours began to wane, he passed out the last vial he had before returning to the makeshift infirmary, and Father Jerad was happy to see him. “It’s been a long day, hasn’t it, Edgar,” he sighed, looking over the individuals who were in the infirmary with him. “They should all recover, thankfully, as long as our supplies hold out.”
“I’m glad to hear it, father.” Edgar looked towards the people remaining inside, and it didn’t seem like any had gotten worse. In fact, by the sounds of it had improved, less coughing and sneezing.
“I’d like to thank you for all your help today, Edgar, and I couldn’t have gotten as much done as I did if it weren’t for you. You should take a vial as well as you were as exposed as I was.” Edgar took the vial that Father Jerad was offering and pocketed it. “Also, here are some jewels for the trouble, I insist.” He also offered a small bag to Edgar, who reluctantly took it.
“If you insist, father, thank you. May Illumin watch over us,” he replied as a farewell as he grasped his amulet of Illumin.
“May Illumin do so,” Jerad replied as he watched Edgar leave.
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