"Well, Sir," the boy began, seeming very uncertain if he should be spilling what he knows or not. "An illness of sorts has fallen over Ven's Keep. It's driving the people mad, Sir. Even people I know and knew well fell victim." The boy then lowers his voice, bending down somewhat to whisper, "The Princess has even had to throw the King and Prince in their own dungeon, Sir, crazy they were. Trying to kill eachother over some pretty rock.."<br/><br/>After saying that the boy straightened himself up then shrugged, "Being a healer, the Lady found that it wasn't no sickness that could be cured. She says the sickness is from ancient magic that came from the stone they brought to the castle."