<span style="font-style: italic">"What about we look around the town? There may be people around that might still need help, even though not as injured as the soldiers. It wouldn't be unexpected."</span><br/><br/>"You're sharper than a noble prat who uses wealth to solve his problems. But I'll go on my own so we can cover more ground... Sorry to just take off so suddenly, but the sick and wounded will not heal themselves." He suggested, a soft smile playing on his face as he grabbed his sake stick and took to the right side, his golems following after him. To grasp a firm hand onto the many thoughts were flooding Blake's already working unpaid overtime mind was nigh but taxing, indeed. Should one tell who thinks as much as he does... He would laugh and call you a bold-faced liar. If the Black Blades were here before long... Then could<span style="font-style: italic">he</span>have been here as well? Noraki... Though only giving a admonition of a future to come... It was all obvious to think anything else. And with that look on Haruki's face... And the inferno in his heart... Could he possibly stop all of this.<br/><br/>"Enough with all these thoughts!" He snapped mentally, taking a moment to sit at the doorstep of an roofless house and sticking his stick into ground, the two jugs falling down to the ground. "Be it not for this... I'd have lost it years ago." He muttered to himself, taking a box of his many ingredients. Under the normal circumstances, this would take at least 1-2 months, but the large gourds he carries along with him were created to speed up the process in case Blake could not get back to it... Or if he is stressing too much as he is now and could really use some sake right at this moment. As he poured the ingredients into both jugs, Blake sealed them both, letting the golems shake them both as he noticed a little boy run over to him.<br/><br/>"Excuse me, Mister..." He said in a sickly tone.<br/>"What's up, little man? You look kinda down." Said Blake, bending his knees down to look the boy down face to face.<br/>"It's my family... Everyone's sick and-"<br/>"Why don't you take me to them?" Blake interrupted, the boy smiling and taking Blake by the hand and leading the man over to his home, his mother and father and three sisters awaiting the mystic's attention while the golems waited outside.. Tending to the jugs, as Blake might have wanted them to do.