Healing the sick: Critical Success! (event)
Turning an outbuilding into a makeshift clinic I set to to work directing my servants to bring in the local sick and wounded. The next few days fly by in a blur of blood, viscera and sutures. Soon my excitement at each new patient turns into a jaded detachment, each bleeding gash, buboe, or set of symptoms falling into a set template.
Soon I find myself looking at an empty clinic, the air thick with the cloying smell of herbs and dried blood, weary from many sleepless nights of work. While we had to send some whose fates were sealed home with heavy sedative in hopes of alleviating the suffering of their last days, overall I feel a blooming sense of pride at the lives I was able to save.ROOT.Char.GetFaith.HealthGodName smiles upon me.