Mela walked up to the barricade across the gate and another behind them, Militia with cloth wrapped around their nose and mouth stop Mela with long spears. "Hail, this is quarantined city of Omri on the orders of Marquess Barric. Leave, or you will be arrested!"

Mela knew that these men were only doing their jobs and a dangerous one. More likely, they were healthy men press into service by an officer of the Marquess. She smiles, spreads her arms and bows.

"My dear, we are healers from the far west. We wish to help the sufferers of this terrible illness. We have treated this type of sickness in four other cities and seven towns. Please let us help."

If it was a catch of light, the guard seemed to see a flash of white and green coming from this woman. He lowers his spear and orders. "Let them through; you are the first from the Core's Medical Institute to come and help. We sent a request months ago."

"We are no…."

Mela's apprentice, Eloise, grabs her sleeve and steps in front of her. "Yes, we are from the University's Medical Institute, and we have groundbreaking techniques that have shown promise in many a city."

The guard breaths with relief and then bows to the two women, "My name is Gurion, Sergeant of this ragtag bunch of Militia. Where do you need to be set up, my Ladies?"

Eloise smiles at Gurion. He is in awe of her radiant glow and beautiful eyes. His knees tremble in her presence. Mela is standing confused, not understand why her apprentice stops her saying that they are from a healing cult from out west.

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Eloise asks. "Kind Sir Gurion, could you take us to an accessible area near fuel for the fire and freshwater?"

She holds out her hand gently toward Gurion. He pulls down his mask and is a young lad with scars crisscrossing his face. What makes him even more youthful is the abundance of freckles strewn across his face.

He brushes his lips over her hand like he has seen gentlemen do. Then motions her to follow him. "This way, my Lady." Gurion sees that his lads haven't moved the inner blockade yet. "Move those logs, men! I am sorry, my Lady, this will not take too much time."

"That is fine, Sir." As he takes command of his men, Eloise turns back to her master, kneels with her head bowed. "I'm sorry, Mother-Sister, but it was necessary for the lie."

Mela smiles and waves her hand in front of her apprentice. "No matter, we have entered into this forsaken town, soon we will bring light to those dark places."

Considering the eyes of Eloise. A green glow envelops Mela, the stream of energy that cascade off her is like leaves falling in the fall. "To penance this lie, you shall be nice and welcome to Gurion. Support the man in his future; I have seen a tether that your fates are in twined."

Eloise grasps; only very few have seen the miracle of Mela's sight. She only rarely displays this ability, but that is why she is the Mother-Sister of the cult.

"Your will, Mother-Sister."

Mela smiles while Eloise dotes over her future husband. One of the self-imposed missions has been mentally ticking off in Mela's head. She starts to see over the organisation of her people once the barricade is removed.