<span style="color: Orange">"We already had this conversation Kuro, you know her aversion to others." </span>Even though she spoke in hushed tone's the warlock's expression made it quite clear she heard. "He's around here somewhere, not sure what he's doing, but he's definitely near the inn. Yep, as a responsible son I couldn't in good conscious let you walk around to find and knock some sense into your mate."<br/><br/><span style="color: Navy">"He would be dead if it was the plague, but I just don't know what is causing his sickness... I can only do so much for him." </span>She shrugged and offered Britomart a mug.<span style="color: Navy">"We don't have the supplies to argue with anything as long as it hasn't been plagued. We're low on medicine, we're going through water faster than we can purify it and light forbid we try to go North to the mountains to gather snow. You should lay down and get some rest, aside from the sense of abandonment coming over the few men we have left the camp is just fine."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>