Jerrar thought for a moment and he turned to Kiriei, "Why not? Perhaps we can get some good rumors going if we really can help." He nodded to the humans and they began to walk towards the camp with Jerrar following, the child still in his arms.<br/><br/>The stench that the child emitted grew considerably and Jerrar knew they were close. They came to a small clearing in the woods, the one that Kiriei would recognize from the night before. Lying about the clearing were many young children, some under blankets, others laying in the shade. All of them were sobbing or crying, moaning or wheezing painfully. There was another man who was pouring water into the mouth of an older girl, she was in her teenage years, though she was skinny and pale and her blonde hair was a dirty mess. She was the only one of that age, the rest were toddlers and those under the age of 8.<br/><br/>There were perhaps twenty to twenty-five children there. Jerrarekoth looked at them all, thinking about how their parents just sent them off to die. He handed the child that was in his arms to the man that had escorted them there. He then walked around, looking at all the children. He returned to talk to Kiriei. "They all have the same thing. What should we do? I don't know anything about this type of disease. And as much as I want to help them, I don't want them to grind my scales to make a potion. "