Tery grinned, pleased he had her rapt attention. He nodded in answer to her question.<br/><br/>"Aye. Lost a lot o' folk tae th' worgen. But not all of 'em were eaten. See, th' worgen carried a curse. Folk 'ho got bit, got sick. Real sick. Fevers, aches, sapped th' strength outta yae. Some folk though th' Plague got through. But, if yae survived, well, it was evident tha' it wasn' th' damned Plague." He sketched a bit longer, then turned that intense look on her again.<br/><br/>"Those tha' got bit an' lived<i>became worgen themselves.</i>" Pausing in his sketching, he raised one hand to pull his collar to one side, showing a rather jagged scar at the juncture of his neck and shoulder. "Includin' yaers truly."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>