Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20140906173711/@comment-11457306-20140911025620

Rhiannon clamped her mouth against another spate of coughing.

"Emrey," Brih frowned, "she's burning with fever.  If it goes too high she might die." Then she looked at Morrigan. "She already has a disease, Morrigan.  How will a ward help now?"

"If we had the ingredients we could make some potions--let's see..." Brih mused. "Oh--charred skeever hide, mudcrab chitin and vampire dust.  Um, vampire dust might be a bit hard to come by," she blushed and avoided looking at Morrigan.