I rode through the forests on land; I didn’t trust my ability to spot the place of interest from the skies. After a minute or so of riding, we came across an encampment in the woods. There were sleeping orcs littered about the place.

I was glad, because that meant there was a chance that I didn’t have to fight them. My grimoire showed me stealthy spells to make my mission easier. There were two perfect spells for such an occasion – Conceal and Camouflage. The former would greatly reduce the sound one made except for speech, hide the body-heat given off, and remove scents. The latter would effectively make one invisible, but not totally. If someone was already on guard to find an invisible person, they’d see the faint distortion of space which resembled heat waves.

I cast both spells on us and we walked through the groups of slumbering orcs. There were a few of them on night watch, but they were oblivious, and not to mention sleepy. We entered a dark cave, and found both prisoners in crude wooden cages.

There was one lad who was missing an arm. The wound looked cauterized. In the same cage was a woman in and out of consciousness, with her clothes ripped off. There was a bit of dried blood between her legs and another dried white substance. Well damn, that’s fucked up. I couldn’t possibly imagine the face Solina was making.

Before casting Conceal, I had my grimoire help me out with yet another needed spell – Sopor. That little – or big rather – floating encyclopedia proved rather useful to be able to be summoned with nothing but a thought. Sopor induced a deep sleep into the target.

We cautiously opened the cages and slung them over our shoulders. Once we got them, I cast the stealth spells on them. From there, it was a slow but sure journey back through the encampment.

Suddenly, a shadow flashed passed me. “What the f—” I slammed my hand against my slack jaw. One of the orcs, who threw his club as a joke to hit another orc, stared with intention when he heard me.

I froze, in efforts so that he wouldn’t notice the space distortion, but Solina turned around to see what was going on, and the suspecting orc blew his horn. The others began waking up one after the other in confusion, but they immediately grabbed for their weapons.

Shit, shit, shit! I cast Wintry Grave, grabbed the man off of Solina’s shoulders, and we pelted our carcasses away from that scene lest we got clubbed in the head.

She huffed for breath when we gained a safe distance. “You, are mad! But we made it!” She chuckled. “We made it!”

“Yeah! I thought we were done for!” I rested her comrades down gently. “Good job out there.” Now, these two. Let’s have a look at healing spells…

For the woman, who was physically damaged less than the guy, I resorted to apprentice spell, Intermediate Heal. She had bruises and a bit of scratches for the most. But down there was torn a little and in bad condition. Intermediate Heal fixed non-fatal internal damage, as well as apply Lesser Heal effects to the target. Physically, she was as good as new, but mental trauma was another story.

For the fellow, and his missing arm, I had to cast Benumb, which basically acted like anesthesia. Should I just become a doctor? I pondered. It was incredibly easy to use Intermediate Heal and Lesser Heal. But for a missing limb, I had to go beyond both of those spells, and beyond Greater Heal; I needed Regrowth.

The spell, as the name suggested, regrew missing body parts, and applied the effects of all three ‘Heal’ spells. Regrowth was an expert spell that had the power to restore the man’s arm. I lifted Benumb and Sopor from both of them.

The man woke up screaming his lungs out, until he noticed there were no orcs around. The woman was shaking in fear, just like Solina was at first. Pacify calmed them down within seconds.

Solina hugged her friends with tears in her eyes and assured them they were safe. She looked back at me while somewhat covering the woman’s bits. “You, wouldn’t happen to have a spell to make clothes, would you?” she said jokingly.

Make clothes? That’d be amazing, huh? I scoffed. “If only…” Suddenly, my grimoire floated up and showed me two spells. Are you fucking kidding me? It wasn’t exactly spells specifically made to create clothing, since it had a much broader use, but I could definitely do so. So, I guess I could sell clothes and be a doctor.

The grimoire had a range of spells laid out for me. The first was Clean, which simply cleaned the target, organic or inorganic. It was categorized as a lifestyle spell, which was even lower than novice spells. The second spell was Earth Wall, which was primarily used for defensive purposes, but now it created a makeshift changing room for them.

To make sure they could see what they were doing, I used Dawnlight, a simple orb that spread light evenly. It was basically a nice lightbulb that could be controlled after casting. The next spell was Water Sphere, another lifestyle magic. The water from it was then transformed into undergarments, then casual clothes and simple footwear from an expert spell called Synthesis.

It ultimately altered matter, and there were some rules to it, but the most important one was the inability to alter other magic except your own. It provided many benefits I couldn’t even fathom at the moment. I hung the clothing over the Earth Walls for them.

Solina looked at me with admiration, or suspicion. “Is there anything you can’t do?”

Solina’s smile was bewitching. Was she really that happy? She was scared at first. How weird is a Lich God in this world? Can I trust her? “Um, well, it’s hard to explain.” I summoned some generic undead warhorses for them, and I mounted Dreadhoof myself. How do I say ‘be my friend’ without sounding like a desperate idiot? “I, uh, can’t go into town without help from a human, I think.”

“Oh, you want to go into town? Uh, well,” she scratched her chin, “that’s not the best idea, but if you really want to do it, then I’ll help you!”