Act II: Ill Fortunes (the fourth day)

Darren turns to Heather, "Should we take the chance of administering this medicine?" he whispers, "We can't really be sure of what it does..."

"I'm no healer, I would not know how to proceed from here, but I feel we've ran out of other options. I guess one of the vials should be more than enough fo the both of them."

Heather has a good knowledge of healing and will offer to take the lead on this. "There is no guarantee this work, we don't even know that this is the correct medicine." she explains to the family members. "If this does not work I am afraid there isn't much else we can do for them."

She is hoping by explaining the situation she can avoid any anger if the medicine doesn't work.

Taking the vial she had already opened she administers a dose to each patient.

Mark offers nothing as he isn't at all familiar with anything really medical wise and certainly not in this situation. He just listens and takes in what is said.

Veroth keeps his distance from the Vistani, preferring to keep an eye out for trouble. But he bobs his head up and down appreciatively when the sick seem to begin to recover.

"Do you know how they contracted the disease?"

"Yes, it appears as though your friends are going to be alright," Darren says, happy to have been able to save someone in this Gods-forsaken land.

This is disease was quite bad. I haven't head of such a thing. Mark notes as he watches the suffered recovers some.

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Bringing his horse to a halt, Ian dismounts smoothly, bringing one leg up over the neck of the beast and dropping down smoothly. Instead of fear at the appearance of the creatures, a small grin has slipped onto his face. In the shadows it looks almost predatory, as if the young man was ever so happy to see them.

Hilde follows suit, looking tired but determined. "It never ends, around here, does it?" she says, clearly not expecting a reply. Dismounting, she holds the sheath of her long sword in one hand, drawing it from her back with the other, and brandishes it. She ignores her new companions' strange glee at fighting, but has certainly noticed it.