"Build them a warm tent and quarantine them together. Also, have people boil water for them to drink. Make sure it's boiled water, not water that's merely been left to cool."
Whenever colds were mentioned, the only thing that came to Phield's modern mind was one phrase: drink more hot water.
"Have the people delivering water cover their faces and mouths, otherwise the sickness may spread."
Kaor still insisted, "My lord, wouldn't it be better to just burn them?"
"There's no need. Randomly burning people alive would only create an oppressive atmosphere in the territory. To be safe, have Lydia take a look at them first."
Phield rubbed his temples. The last thing he wanted was literal burnings happening in the territory.
"Unfortunately, the territory has no apothecary, nor any medicine for colds. Holy Light can only heal certain physical injuries."
Phield wrote down the matter of finding an apothecary on paper and sighed.
"The rest will have to be left to miracles."
"My lord!"
