Annan learned from Little Smo why they were so downcast: they felt they had let him down, and many residents had fallen gravely ill under the combined strain of plague and flight.
Annan told them the first part didn't matter. As for the second, the answer was simple: have the Disciplinary Legion serve as priests for a while.
"Remember, you are Free City's heroes. When this war ends, everyone will know your names."
A few words from Annan were enough to lift their spirits.
"I'll make the people of Free City proud!" Little Smo said, his voice hoarse.
"No." Annan smiled and shook his head. "Free City is proud of you."
The patients were still waiting. Annan first opened a Teleportation Portal and brought over the Disciplinary Legion from Starer City.
They went into the cave housing the patients and soon emerged with bad news: the people weren't merely sick. They had been afflicted by a Curse, and only priests could lift it...
Annan cast several protective spells on himself before entering the cave. Coughs and the stench of decay filled the crowded space. The numb despair in the patients' eyes told him they were waiting to die.
"Is there no other way?" Annan asked Black Widow.
Black Widow shifted her gaze away from Maria. "You could find someone of Epic or Legendary rank, but the rest would be dead before they'd treated more than a few."
Annan first asked the Skeleton King for help and opened a Teleportation Portal.
The Skeleton King was conducting experiments in its Tomb, a pair of Eyeglasses perched on its nose.
Annan paused. "Are you nearsighted?"
"No... A friend told me these would make me look less severe." The Skeleton King adjusted the Eyeglasses with its bony fingers.
"They do. You look full of