Reira inhaled, closing her eyes and smelling the familiar scent of herbs, mint, and magic from Kastadel's tower. She ignored the painful reminder of the Kurakai's presence - an acrid, sour smell that didn't seem to belong in a place of living things and magic. But even with that feeling of "wrongness" present, she could sense the decades, centuries of magic that filled every crevice of this place, creating the perfect environment for students and mages to work their craft.<br/><br/>It calmed her, to be back here, especially when she had discovered what she had in Myste.<br/><br/>"The disease did not begin unnaturally, but the mutations and abnormalities that I found when I examined and healed the townspeople could not have come about without magical help." Reira swallowed, her throat tight with foreboding and her belly sick with unease. "From what I could tell, the epidemic likely began as the winter plague. After healing it in several-dozen people and examining those who came in contact and died from the disease..."<br/><br/>Again, the dread welled up in her eyes. Reira shook her head slightly to clear her uncertainty and her unwillingness to admit what seemed like evil, and then continued. "Somebody tampered with the disease and made it something that killed, Master Kastadel."