Blai has his own breakfast sitting in the sunshine.

About half an hour later a dune buggy rolls up, with a loud annoying buzzing engine! The guy who gets out of it has the vibes of the type of adventurer who's in it for the thrill of things.

"Hey, Blai Artigas! I'm Miles Coach! I got sent here for ya. Mercy Crew wants you. There and back, and then again in the evening. Code phrase, uh... Canvas, yeah, it was 'distort white canvas'."

"I'm ready." Up he gets. He'll bring most of the remaining food but leaves a couple meals' worth behind.

The buggy cargo space is limited to about a saddlebag's worth anyway so that works out.

It's a much smoother, and faster, ride than the pickup truck. This vehicle is actually designed for this. And his driver will talk his ear off about dune buggies and motorcycles if not stopped.

It is nice to have something to concentrate on other than motion sickness, such as "trying to keep track of all this new vocabulary".

The morning's channel goes fine!

If by 'fine' you mean 'a bunch of people try to shout questions at him, and a fight breaks out somewhere on the periphery'.

- that's no good! He is going to forge through the crowd to see if he can break up the fight!

The crowd is pretty confused and torn between scattering and gathering to interfere. It might be getting a little bit trample-y.

Someone shouts with a megaphone: "Everyone shut the FUCK up and sit the FUCK down!" 

Perhaps surprisingly, at least a few do, revealing the fight to be between two young men over a white plastic case lying in the dirt.

...Someone in a hoodie then tries to snatch and run away with the case in the confusion.

"Qualm!"

What the fuck was she thinking, trying to lift something in the middle of a miniature riot? She flings the case back the way she came from, stumbling and shivering in fear. It snaps open when it hits the ground, spilling out rows of little pill bottles. The two fighting men continue to fight. One of them has a pretty clear advantage and is working the other around into an arm lock, face in the dirt.

Once the Qualm's done its work Blai - keeping half an eye on the all-important pill bottles - starts trying to pull the men apart.

"Oi mate I won't be having that unless you let me cuff him first!" He's not actively hitting the other guy anymore, just holding him down.

"The aussie's right, the other guy started it!" Someone shouts. One of the Mercy Crew guards that he recognizes is trying to push through to the knot of chaos now, too.

Very well, if there is a clear instigator Blai will help get him pinned!

Things settle down soon after that. Tempers are high for a bit and someone mentions that fights in the Bordertown - that aren't semi-official voluntary duel like ones - tend to end up with someone seriously hurt more often than they do in the slums. The pills are secured- They turn out to be a supply delivery for the Mercy Crew- The instigator is tied to a random pole and muttering invectives at everyone, and the Mercy Crew nurses are trying to shield Blai from further attention. Blai has a lot of people asking about miracle cures for non-injury things now. Could he be convinced to go to Riverside? To the Projects? To Minneapolis, Chicago, Louisville, Brazil?

He is not inherently opposed to any of those places but believes his transport would be hard to secure. Cleric magic is by far best at injuries, especially at his level, but he can prepare Remove Blindness/Deafness for recipients who have eyes/ears and just aren't getting anything out of them, if that's useful.

There are way more people asking for those two things than he could possibly fulfill.

Then they will have to put themselves in some sensible order and also arrange that he not be kidnapped, he will be useless to everyone if kidnapped.

..........Hey this guy totally heard that this other guy was going to kidnap him!

It is good to have advance warning of that kind of thing, thanks.

Well now they're arguing about who should get to go first and at least two people are openly threatening violence against anyone who takes 'their spot'.

That's a way to drop to the bottom of the list. He'll Prestidigitate... a letterboard, how about, and move people's names down when they start threatening others and put an asterisk next to them.

Oh so they have to be sneaky about it, okay.

The crowd will gradually disperse. Eventually.

Oh good he was getting to be really anxious about how he was definitely misspelling everyone's names. He writes down the present state of the letterboard before he dismisses it.

His helpful Mercy Crew escort has showed back up by now, drinking a very large coffee.

"We're having trouble getting a more stacked channel location. There's a residential courtyard with balconies and roof access that would work well but, well, people are already living there and understandably do not want hundreds of strangers stomping around."

"I can imagine. The strangers are not consistently well-behaved."