Rashid stood. "I will go talk to the members of the Nature Cleric’s farm, and see if they’re willing to meet with you. Your reputation is a good one, so I don’t think that it will be a problem, and they’re already becoming quite unhappy with their current situation."
Karl nodded. "Thank you, that would be wonderful. I’ve got a portion of farmland that I believe they would enjoy, and a need for more of the magical herbs that grow there."
"We should all let you get back to your work. I know that you’ve been busy lately, and we can come by again if we want to place a custom order with you now that you are Totem Ranked." Governor Shin agreed.
The town leaders all left together, leaving Karl alone in the garden. The statue in the garden was happily pulsing, healing someone either in the house or in the front yard, so Karl decided to go check on that before he got back to business.
A group of merchants were in the front yard, slumped against the wall and looking relieved.
"Is everyone alright? I can call for a proper healer." Karl asked as he realized it was every member of their party that needed the healing.
The Merchant gave him a weak thumbs up gesture.
"We should be good now. We thought that with the attacks by Bomgon no longer focusing on the Drodh border that everything was sorted, but we came across a group of zombies, and the crew caught something from them that our zombie curse breaking potions didn’t cure.
We had Commander Rank healing and cleansing potions, but they didn’t last long." He explained.
Karl frowned. "Where is your caravan now?"
"Outside the outer city. The guards stopped us and escorted us here for quarantine while they inspected and cleansed the cargo."
Karl sighed in relief. At least they hadn’t brought a contaminated caravan of goods into the city.
"Alright, they can do their jobs out there. You should be alright in a few minutes, I think. You’re already looking better. Where are the guards that escorted you?"
The Merchant smiled and gestured at the shop.
"They went in to flirt with the vampire."
Karl looked over his shoulder. "No hitting on Mick, you old lechers."
Soft laughter came from inside. "Don’t chase away all the cute Guard Recruits, boss."
Mick waved at him from the door, and Karl saw that the pair of guards who had come with the merchants were clearly still teenagers, fresh out of training, and probably no older than Mick was.
Come to think of it, they were likely no older than Karl was. It was just that nobody could tell his age in this transformed state.
"Fine. I won’t scare them away. Just make sure that they’re fully cleansed before they touch you. We don’t need a plague spreading through the Guild House."
Mick nodded, then her red eyes flashed with mischief. "I have an idea. Gentlemen, this is our new signature cleansing soap. Take a bar and go wash both yourselves and your uniforms. Davis, I’m going on break."
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