Cindrana rolled her eyes at Azarel's antics. Typical for the man, a plague was coursing. Through the land and all he cared about was the 'beautification' elements of it. Not that no one could understand the victims, or that it could strike several of his companions down. She bet that he was considering its effect on his sex life. She hid her smirk with a drink from her mug.<br/><br/>Granted, it had hurt her own. Few men would risk sex with a woman in the stricken city, most that did seemed to ironically favor the cat girls. And the lovely ladies she visited when the mood hit her for a woman, had closed up and fled for parts unknown. She pulled out a map of the city as she drank and put it on the table.  Time to work, jher sex life could wait. After all, if they found the cause of the plague, they would have more money, and free aaa, than they could carry.<br/><br/>"I found a few clues to the first out break cases, but most of the healing orders won't discuss much to me." She said as she slid the map over to the priest "may hap a holy man could ask a few questions?" Personally, she though this was some sort of magical experiment gone terribly wrong.