Oh, so things weren't always this bad. And plagued. Plagued. Crap. Arran gently felt the scratches on his stomach. Better get the herbalist or Jachym to look at that - he didn't want to get the plague, or bring it back to Three Streams. Either way, plague meant not hanging around in a crowded room. Who knew who had it.<br/><br/>Having seen, and heard, enough, Arran tried to extract himself from the room - again attempting to protect himself from wandering hands. Once outside, he planned to try and find Kings Street and this 'witch'.