Draiss grinned. "Moreso than most, I just go where my feet take me, and rarely worry about a destination. Though in this case, came from the north east."<br/><br/>He hummed as he listened, seeing if the disease had a divine signature. If it did, openly, that meant it was divine punishment, and interfering could be a bad thing. If it had a concealed divine signature, that meant they were either claiming it on the back hand, or were being framed. If it felt divine but no signature, he could freely deal with it. If no divine at all, it was something he could amuse himself with. He enjoyed the meal, though he did push a bit more for information on the disease, mentioning he was an arcanist, and might be able to help, as he could tell it was slowly killing people.