Their rounds were uneventful. All of their patients were nobles suffering from minor diseases that had exploited their contacts to have healers come to their homes.

“Okay guys, we are almost done.” Yurial said once they had checked all but one of the names on their list   “I have saved this patient for last because he is a friend of my family and it could take a while. Is there any problem if we get back a little later than usual, Professor?”

Ironhelm shook his head, he had no reason to refuse. The longer he babysat them, the lesser paperwork he would find at his return. Having someone else doing it for him was the main reason he had volunteered for the task.

“I’m sure you can handle it without me. I have much to do. Have fun with your friend.” Lith snorted, opening a Warp Steps right outside the local branch of the Mage Association. He was about to step through when Yurial stopped him.

“I’m really sorry, Lith. I have a favor to ask you.” Yurial didn’t like being forced to ask for his help, especially since Lith had been giving him the cold shoulder for no apparent reason for days.

“What is it?” Lith glared at Yurial like the first day they met.

“The person we are going to visit is actually a friend of my father. He doesn’t have the authority or the status to get an appointment with one of the great healers of the Kingdom.