Kaja's swordstaff decapitates a zombie as Ragnar swoops down. She hears teeth scrape against the metal of her armored boot, but they don't get enough purchase to crunch through, and Ragnar's up again, wheeling for a better strafing angle. There's only three left. She barks commands to her griffin and he banks, flaps, dives.
"Why am I going to distribute healing scrolls, or why germ theory probably should be widely known? The first one is because - healing. It seems kind of obvious. I'll give distributing germ theory a shot, too, because it can deal well in - prevention. Where illnesses come from, why hygiene is important, that sort of thing."
"Oh. Well, because the healing scrolls would be widely distributed and would be fixing the problems as they come up, ideally. But, still going to do it, because people might try to sell healing scrolls. Which I am not planning to do, by the way."
"No? I will want to make money, but not from healing scrolls that literally everyone should have access to if I can help it. I'll make that with - I don't know yet, some sort of magical thing. I'll think about it. Not the offensive magic, and not invisibility, that's irresponsible, and shielding is almost as useful as healing, so I kind of don't want to sell those when I could just hand them out..."
"I suppose you could take donations like the enclave does, if you're doing all that?"
"Probably. If I manage the printing press, I'd start up newspapers and make money off of that, but - haven't managed that yet."
"Well, better informed populace, which is always a plus, but - if there is an important message that needs to be distributed, like, say, 'There is an outbreak of zombies to the east, people on that side of town bar your doors and wait for paladins' newspapers are really good at that."
The door opens. "Why Kaja, what can I do for you?"
"Hello, Sister, this is a visitor to the enclave and the Bright Sister told me to have him housed here even though he is no novice."
"Ah. Put him in the third room to your left, there's a girl. What's your name, visitor?"
"Darren. Hello. And - well, if the systems to distribute newspapers are good enough, someone can spot the zombies, go tell the newspaper distributor, who tells paladins and also writes the newspaper to tell people in the nearby area that might not know. It will probably not get there before the zombies do for some places, but others, it'll warn them. Which is better than not having those people know at all."
"Darren. And do you have any needs I should know about - allergies or such things?" says the Sister.
"No allergies. I - um, do have a magical medallion that I need to wear all of time, though."
"Well, I am from - exceptionally far away, and I'm not human. Not to worry, I'm not a dark thing." He displays the token. "But, the medallion is what's letting me shapeshift to human, and opposable thumbs are really useful things to have. If I'm not wearing it, I am forced back into my natural form, which would be inconvenient in lots of cases."
"Understood. I'll make sure the novices know not to take it from you. Anything else?" asks the sister.
"Nope, nothing else. I'm shapeshifted really well, all other human things apply except for the medallion thing. Thank you."
It's got stone walls and a stone floor and a wooden bed with a lumpy sort of mattress and a heap of wool blankets on it. It's pretty damn boring.
"Iiii don't have anything that I'm not carrying right now. That is probably bad."
"Probably other sets of clothes. Soap. Questionably large amounts of paper. Uh - a toothbrush?"
"There's soap in the bathhouse... we probably shouldn't put you in novice uniforms. The sister will know if the dorm has anything else you can use. You can get paper from the church storeroom, although the brother or whoever's helping him will want to know what it's for. And I don't think we have toothbrushes."