The woman blushes and lowers her gaze. "Forgive me, Your Grace." Her whisper is barely audible. "It's difficul

The woman blushes and lowers her gaze. "Forgive me, Your Grace." Her whisper is barely audible. "It's difficult to confess, but... I'm running away. Two men in my village died from the magic disease. Erastil willing, I'd save myself..."