Eldric did not need to roll out invitations for the new district. He only needed to put a date on the pricing boards, and the city carried it the way it carried rumors of war.
People repeated it like it was important news in their own lives.
Prescriptions and Recovery District.
Most were not excited. Healing was not glamorous. It did not cut enemies in half or turn stone into gold.
People preferred pills and elixirs because they were instant, and because belief was a stubborn thing.
Bandages meant half crippled. Rest meant weakness. That was the sort of superstition, was the most common in this era of dark ages and middle ages.
Radeon and Calyx had plans anyway.
They had chosen this side of the mountain for reasons that were not pretty but were very true.
There were countless people crippled by ruptured meridians, cores broken in life and death fights, geniuses ruined by one unlucky day and a thousand small betrayals.
