Jachym nodded as Arran spoke and smiled when the mage took a drink. The mixture was almost sickeningly sweet, but was definitely the source of the rancid smell. As it went down a warm tingly feeling spread throughout Arran's body though his breasts felt hotter than any other part. "Plague huh, that's unfortunate."<br/><br/>He looked out the window and tapped his fingers on the table, counting something. Jachym seemed off in his own world for a few moments before suddenly speaking again, pointing at the dress, "Good choice of color by the way."<br/><br/>"Depending on how many there are... Well either way really, we'd need a lot of mana to do anything and even more depending on the spread," Jachym let his answer hang in the air while giving his apprentice a pointed look.