Eloran smiled again, even wider than before, and shook with excitement.  "We can do this?"  He looked around the room, at anxious Ritter Hex's, shifting in their armor, their expressions hidden behind their masks.  "We can do this!"<br/><br/>He stands up, and extends his hand to Tansen's for a shake.  "I'm....impressed....and, I thank you, my Lords, for agreeing so readily to a show of good faith.  This can be the beginning of a new era."<br/><br/>Eloran turns to the King and Deston.  "The symptoms?  He....well, he is not a particularly old man, but he has no energy.  He is awake less and less each day, he cannot walk at this point.  Coughing fits that are increasingly violent.  He can barely eat.  Sometimes he....and it pains me to say this of my King, he goes insane. He rambles for hours...it seems to be nonsense, though, I have heard very similar tongues spoken by cultists during rituals, dark sorcerers who seem to sprout up and disappear from time to time in the more remote wilderness areas of Anstaria.  Not all of them are related to Loidi, and many are outcasts even among your people.  It....well, to my ear, at least, does not sound like the spells that Loidite wizards typically invoke.  I believe it's a curse, and it seems unlikely that it is any of your doing, especially given your acceptance to help cure him."<br/><br/>"How quickly can you summon your finest healer and cursebreaker?"