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No worries, Malthos is definitely wearing those things.


Malthos rallies up everyone with any degree of medical adeptude, bringing them with him outside the market temple.
Alright, you lot, I may not be a great leader like my friend Kulkav, but I must ask of you that you help me to help your fellow civilians. The Godsent wants to bring everyone out of the city in a forced march, but there is no way those men, women, and children are going to stay alive without every stitch, every bandage, and every herb you can give them. If you allow me to assign you to do what must be done, I promise, I will reward you with a small fortune of gold; and, if you wish, I will also teach you to wield the spiritual forces as I do, so that you may heal or destroy as you see fit. Malthos takes on a hard, grim expression. So, do we have a deal?