Karl carefully handed the pill to the Oracle, who stared at nothing with a bemused expression.
"Your Guild can just hand these out as welcoming gifts for invalids?" He asked.
Karl shrugged. "They're made with locally sourced ingredients. So, the bottleneck is not material cost, but the skill required to make them. That one is made by our Immortal Rank head Alchemist. If it's not enough I can ask our Supreme Pill Master to make a batch, but it will take some time.
You're in the care of the World Dragon Church now, and the Darklight Host takes care of their own."
The Oracle smiled vaguely, his mind occupied with memories of the past.
Like many others, he had once spent time on the Divine Battlefields, and had only been retired by his Clan when his visions became a crippling liability. That was how he ended up on this world, where they weren't as bad. But like all Oracles, they only got worse as he got more powerful.
