While Murr did, whatever he was going to do, I went with Kron to that small clinic in Forestview City’s back alleys. We were not attacked by assassins this time. Actually, there were several high-level adventurers roaming around the area, obviously ready for a fight.
“See, I told you I’d be fine by myself.”
Kron nodded at a fighter who left the clinic’s plain, unadorned door.
“As if I would let our healer come here alone after we almost got our asses ganked by assassins.”
“First of all, ‘ganked’ is a weird word.”
I coughed. That was my previous life’s vocabulary showing through again.
“Secondly, those guys were idiots for doing something here. You don’t mess around in an area where a healer has a clinic. At least not one loved by high-level adventurers. That’s just asking for a beating.”
When we entered the small clinic, Gerald was looking over a human woman’s left elbow and frowning. He gestured for us to wait and brought the woman into a consultation room.
When they came out fifteen minutes later, she had tears in her eyes and hugged the dwarf. “I thought my career was over. You saved my hide.”
“It’s going to take several treatments for you to fully improve. You have to do your part too.”
She nodded and left the building, looking beyond relieved.
He shook his head, let out a huff of annoyance, then turned his attention to us. “All you adventurers think you just need a bit of healing and you’ll be right as rain, but you have to take care of your body or the wear and tear will eventually get to you. Learn this lesson while you’re young.” Then he pointed at me. “Except you. You do whatever you can to reach 300 as soon as possible! Even if it breaks your body.”
Did he have to be so blunt about it? Still, I nodded in agreement. “That’s my plan.”
He blew a stray strand of beard away from his lips, then turned to Kron. “What do you need?”
“I wanted to know if you knew of any support spells for low-level healers that can weaken an enemy.”
He scowled. “I thought you already collected a ton of healer spells to learn later?”
Kron smiled sheepishly. “I was only interested in the healing ones. I didn’t collect many support spells.”
He sighed. “Typical! That would be something you’d do.” He sat down at a desk and rummaged around in his inventory, which looked a lot like someone sticking their hand into a different dimension. “This one? No, that’s too high-level for you. This? No. Not good for combat, even if some will tell you otherwise. Ah!”
He pulled out a pile of bound papers that had once been a book and blew a bit of dust off it. “Here it is.”