"Tristian, how did you find the link between the disease and the river?"
- Kesten bites his lip and shifts his shoulders. "Time is precisely what we lack... Please, don't delay too long
- Kesten casts his eyes down. "You... you're right, of course, Your Grace. I'll order my men to get ready immedi
- Nok-Nok grimaces. "Dangle-eared fool-holes! They be trusting any word shaman says. They not think with their o
- "I thank you, my baron. I hope you'll join us soon." Kesten gives a short bow, turns around, and leaves.
- The cleric smiles, satisfied. "After finding the source of the disease, we've been working to remove the seeds
- "Nok-Nok, what can you tell me of your brethren?"
- "Jhod, how are the patients in the prison doing?"
- "Tristian, how did you find the link between the disease and the river?"
