Jerrar approached the man with the child, holding his arms open to receive it. The man almost unwillingly gave it up. Jerrar took the child in his arms, and even in his human form the stench still lingered on the child, though dulled down quite a bit. He lifted the arm of the child to reveal many callus patches on the skin, they were flaky and looked much like tiny scales.<br/><br/>The man began to explain as Jerrar inspected the child. "They have a sickness called the Dragon's Curse." Jerrar looked at the man in surprise of the name of the illness, and gulped. "Their skin itches and starts to look like scales, and their throats burn like they have swallowed fire. It's supposed to be a fatal disease because only dragons are able to cure it, but there are hardly any dragons left." He spoke.<br/><br/>Jerrar nodded, though a bit insulted by the name. "Why are you wandering out in these woods with this child?" He asked, scratching his head through his fiery orange hair.<br/><br/>"Actually there is many more children with us," the man corrected,"and they are all sick. We were cast out of our village so protect those kids who had not yet caught the disease. We kept telling the children that we were taking them to dragons, but we never expected to find any. We were just supposed to let them die in the forest, and hopefully let the disease die with them."<br/><br/>The fallen woman recovered and was helped to stand by the other woman who spoke. "Will you please help us."<br/><br/>Jerrar looked at the young boy in his arms, his eyes were crusted with dried tears and he hardly breathed, presumably because it hurt him too much to try. Jerrar looked at Kiriei,"I don't know how we would help, I doubt my little bit of magic would do anything."