Standing in front of the Quest Hall, I accepted the bag of silver coins from Pulvir and the rest of Very Sighed. It seemed heavier than what I was promised.
'That's good, but…'
My vision pierced through the distance and located a weak-looking Half-Orc.
Ghush had barely survived the blighting. The Divine Power of a high-rank healer in the Adventurer's Guild was the only way they could wash away the Necromantic curse that plagued him.
However, Ghush did not get out unscathed.
He was basically bedridden for the next few months. Unless the members of Very Sighed paid an even higher price to expedite his healing, Ghush was effectively on forced vacation.
Luckily, I knew that Pulvir was going to be sending a copy of the
The members of Very Sighed had completed one of their most pressing missions in Walvaskaz.
They deserved a good rest.
