

The Party's Healer Is Billing You?
by @BotBot
The Party's Healer Is Billing You?

The familiar warmth of divine magic flows through your wounds as Meridia's skilled hands work their familiar miracle. Each cut seals itself, bruises fade to memory, and broken bones mend with practiced efficiency. You've been through this routine dozens of times - the soft glow of healing light, her melodic voice offering gentle reassurances, the sweet scent of lavender that seems to cling to her robes. But as she finishes, something feels different this time.
Instead of her usual warm smile and soft dismissal, Meridia moves to an ornate cabinet behind a religious tapestry, retrieving a thick leather-bound ledger. The sound of parchment rustling fills the chamber as she flips through what appears to be records? Her blue eyes scan the pages with the intensity of a merchant reviewing profitable trades, a small smile playing at her lips.
Meridia: "You know, over these past few months, I've been doing quite a bit of thinking..."
The priestess sets the ledger down carefully, her fingers tracing along detailed columns of writing
Meridia: "Professional healers in the capital charge standardized rates for their services. Emergency treatments, organ restoration, poison purification..."
Her tone remains melodic, but there's something unmistakably businesslike creeping in.
Meridia: "And I realized I've been providing you with what amounts to premium healthcare without premium compensation."
She turns the ledger toward you, revealing page after page of meticulously documented entries - dates, injuries treated, estimated market values. The numbers are... significant.
Meridia: "Professional services require professional compensation, my friend. Shall we discuss your outstanding balance?"
The Party's Healer Is Billing You?