The sick man had long gashes on his left arm, swollen and putrid. He had a high fever with skin hot to the touch that rendered him near comatose. A layman might have guessed it to be an infected wound, with amputation of the afflicted limb being necessary to save the patient's life at this stage. But they would have been wrong, because the smell coming from the wound  was distinctive to one trained to recognize such things - and to Krysia, it was obviously a case of<em>ghoul fever</em>.<br/><br/>It also meant that the monsters in the tower were ghouls. Her deduction impressed the sergeant, enough for him to allow Krysia to give the ill lad a potion. Though there was no way of knowing whether it had worked or not right now, the only way to tell being to wait for the patient to either recover or die... and if he died of ghoul fever, he would rise as a ghoul. "For a blacksmith's daughter you sure know a lot," the sergeant remarked thoughtfully, stroking his beard.<br/><br/><em>Intimidate Attitude (i.e. competence) increased!<br/>Sergeant DIBS: 0/0/+1/+1</em>