Cindrana took in the 'monk' as she came down the stairs. Not that she could fault the woman's fighting abilty, even drunk. She'd seen the woman clear a room without being able to walk a straight line. She then turned and watched Azarel walk off with his 'pet'. Clearly he wasn't too worried about the plague, but then he wasn't at risk. Unless it changed radically. She smiled at the image of HIM  changing into a catgirl. If that had been possible, he'd be knocking down the doors of the healers with a lot more vigor and determination.<br/><br/>"Spend last night.. questioning people?" Cindrana asked the monk as she drank her ale. She doubted it. The question wasn't about them asking folk, but finding where it started and no one was going to help them unless they had the force of law behind them. And the law was too damn busy trying to get things under control.