Chapter 50: Healer
The rainfall was heavy. But the flooding was light. Unlike Miami, Central Bramblevale figured out how to funnel water off their stone streets using a proper storm drain system.
Zarian could hear the roar of flowing water through the storm drain openings he and Gilbert passed as they made their way to their destination. He also heard shouts from rushing soldiers running about in search of the ‘villains’ who had invaded their city.
They were having a hard time noticing Zarian and Gilbert because of the enchanted gear camouflaging their presence. Yeah, Hannah had done a good job, even if she believed she was limited.
At the very least, Zarian’s Dark Affinity helped cover them even further. They were unnoticeable to the soldiers on the lookout.
Eventually, the black wizard and the war healer left behind the soldiers. They entered a new district of Central Bramblevale. It was livelier here, filled with stone towers festooned with banners and flags thrusting into the rainy sky. Magic lights lit up the main streets.
It looked magical and beyond what Zarian knew of a simple medieval town. There were large stores and restaurants constructed completely out of stone. There was even a park with an intricate garden maze and an enormous fountain in the middle. It would’ve been a nice place to walk through and enjoy.
But Zarian and Gilbert were wanted men. And there were a bunch of miserable beggars everywhere.
Zarian stopped to look at them all, feeling a rise of discomfort. It hadn’t been too long since he was like them, poor and hungry and wet.
“My bad for walking out like that,” Gilbert apologized.