Black Scour

So the three of us entered the town of Falcons Hollow, I could tell Loral was worried about the people we were leaving outside but we needed food and water for the journey and we did not want to risk the health of the people in fear of it spreading through them.  It was a hard decision to leave the caravan unguarded but I believe we made the right decision.

Jäger and suggested I speak to one of the towns people to find out the problem was. I approached the first person I saw and noticed he was almost doubled over in a coughing fit.  Hind sight tells me that it may have been wiser to ask questions of some body who was more able to speak but at the time I was more concerned for his health and what I could do to help. I failed to get much useful information from him but we did learn the name of the illness, Black Scour.  He was also able to direct us to the town herbalist, Cuthbert of Cuthbert's Herbs.  If any one could give us more information that Jäger and I could work with, it would be Cuthbert.

Once we approached the herbalist it became evident that we were not the only ones seeking his advice.   A sad looking queue of people of all ages were waiting outside.  My heart sank to see whole families together outside hoping for a cure. It was then I pledged to myself that I would help these people or my name is Sir Cyril Sweetmore of the Order of the Roaring Lion.

Jäger also decided that these people needed help so he heroically pushed through the sick and straight to the front of the queue.  I was able to help the sick towns people to understand why it was important that we be seen next as we are looking for a way to help all the families of Falcons Hollow but no matter what Jäger and I said through the door of Cuthbert's nor how hard we banged on the door, Cuthbert insisted we wait until he had finished speaking with his current customer.  I used the time to bring some smiles to the poor children suffering with Black Scour with some stories of Sir Ganther.  It warmed my soul to see the people enjoying my tales as we waited.  It seemed the poor children have had no reason to smile for a long while.  Yet another way Sir Ganther has proven himself to me as the true way to live one's life.