"His condition has improved, but it would be much better if healing magic were applied because, as you know, it's hard to find clean cloth here." The doctor looked back into the room where grandpa lying calmly despite his wound being stitched without anesthesia. "I'm worried he might get an infection."
"Don't worry, I can get the items you need," Ailord responded confidently, drawing their attention because clean cloth as valuable as gold, something precious. Especially medicines, which were certainly scarce in Endside.
The male doctor nodded in understanding, said goodbye, and asked them to call him immediately if there were any problems.
"How will you get what the doctor needs?" Eli asked curiously.
Hugh nudged him gently, whispering, "Izabella."
His eyes widened instantly, accompanied by a meaningful grin that made Ailord shake his head, regretting that the rumor had spread widely.
"You lucky guy."
