Tannis sat back quietly, scribbling notes into the margin's or her journal, listening to her's companion's discussion of the disease. The long-white locks she normally had draped over her shoulders were currently tied up into a bun and hiding beneath a simple wool cap. With all the cat-girls in the establishment she doubt her hair color would have been that much more of an oddity, but she hated drawing attention to herself.Concealed under her clothes was her chain shirt of mithrill, reinforced with magic; a parting gift from her academy when she decided to respond to the call for adventurers to seek out a cure. She wore loose fitting robes that left the form beneath to be guessed at, but it was obvious she was well-endowed with ample breasts and likely hiding a set of lovely curves.<br/><br/>Once they had set foot inside the place, the alchemist wanted to leave, but alas. It wasn't like she could just go elsewhere on her own. "Careful, Alsten," she said, without looking up from her scribbling. "It might spread sexually." It might have spread in several different manners for all they knew...and Tannis didn't want to be near a single one of the infected if she could have helped it. "As much as I want to make progress on this cure-finding business, is it really in our best interest to go near the first recorded incident? Not that we're much safer anywhere else..."