The convoy of the Church had stopped for the night just off the main road. Four wagons filled with crates of the so-called "Divine Miracle" sat guarded by a mix of priests and knights.
A fire crackled in the center of their small camp as two knights sat near it, eating dried meat while the others rested.
"I still don't get it," one of them muttered, poking at the fire with a stick. "Why deliver this many pills to villages that don't even have a temple yet?"
"Orders from above. Oracle or not, it's not our place to question," the other replied with a yawn.
A priest nearby adjusted his robes and looked up from his prayer book. "It's a blessing. The Goddess chose us to spread her grace. We're saving lives."
The first knight scoffed. "Feels more like a waste. We've already gone through three convoys this week. If anyone's going to get healed, it's the black market buyers."
Laughter broke out among a few of the guards.
