Jhod's eyes are bloodshot and his posture is slack. The wrinkles on his face have deepened, and his sparse hai

Jhod's eyes are bloodshot and his posture is slack. The wrinkles on his face have deepened, and his sparse hair has gone gray. "It's a disaster, Your Grace. We have an epidemic developing in the country. The afflicted first get a fever, then a bloody cough, then several hours later..." The cleric shakes his head and grimaces. "And that's just half the trouble. Afterward, the bodies of the afflicted become like some kind of cocoon, and monsters hatch out of them. People keep dying, and we haven't the slightest clue what's causing it or how to deal with it!"