He ruffled the boys hair, and began warming her body with a thought. "A person who can help. She is very cold, but let me warm her up, and she will wake up."<br/><br/>He was blatantly lying, but these people didn't need this suffering. He blurred her memories of what actually happened, making her think that she was hallucinating, even as he used a wish to wake her up. Her body was weak, and she would get sick easier, but with any luck his clerics would be able to help them, and maybe she and her son would join. He wrapped her in a blanket, and then gave the boy a second one to wrap around him. "When she wakes up, head to the temple of the Archdragon. They can help her more. She is very sick, and needs help. Or maybe this cleric can help."<br/><br/>He looked up, and grinned as one of his acolytes paused at the entrance of the alley, and then after a moment, started down it, slinging the bag of whatever he had gone out to get over his shoulder, thinking that something untoward was happening. Draiss grinned and then vanished, knowing that this would be a good test to see how his church handled charity cases. The basic spells that he provided, cantrips as he thought of them though they had a different name as they were divine spells, should be used to help people, as were the first level spells. The others would be used as the cleric saw fit to help, though adventurers would be asked to provide compensation for the spells used on them. Back in the common room, he set down the screen, and focused his attention on the incident below.