"Has a potion, a poultice, or a soup for that."
Brother Wendell Tumbleberry runs a small temple infirmary in the Lower City and writes the Gazette's health and nature column between soup batches. He believes most problems can be solved by rest, fresh air, and a hearty bowl of something, and he is right more often than the Clerics' Disease Council would like.
5 dispatches so far, newest first.
An alfalfa sprout recall has sickened 76 across 16 provinces. Brother Wendell would like everyone to step away from the jar and put on a pot of soup.
Bird flu has reached dairy cows in two Evergreen Reach herds, a first for the province. The milk is thick, the cows sulk, and my ladle is out.
A hurricane left 884,000 homes without power across three provinces. Brother Wendell explains generator safety and which soups need no fire.
Nu Yarrow declares a statewide disaster while the Clerics' Disease Council counts cases with a third fewer counters. Brother Wendell has barley, cots, and some questions about the new scale.
Friends, the Ministry of Humours & Healing has opened a brand-new infirmary, and it is not for the sick. It is for looking very hard at the medicine.
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