The Tamarian soldiers stared at Leikar, then one nodded toward the Knight of Valor. “Closest Priestess of Thalia is hard half day ride from here. He won’t survive that long.”
Leikar stared at the young Knight, his sword no longer aflame with the god’s light. “I know how to cure zombie rot if you can get me the ingredients quickly enough.”
Several of the soldiers whispered he was a mage and shouldn’t be trusted.
Finally, the soldier in charge met Leikar’s gaze. “Get him what he needs. Quickly.”