[IC] Aqua Mortis (Session 1)

"Ah yes, it must be a bisy time for you now. Thank you for your time" Nekurr adds as he readies to leave to meet back with tronus

Hildar nods to the guard "Thankyou for your time" he says and then follows Nekur to rendezvous with Tronus

As they move closer to Olond's office, Nekurr stops to look at Hildar and Tronus. "We need to be careful with this one. According to the guards, she seems to be far too keen to get the mines open for Dribbage Acquisitions."

"Do we want to wait then and talk to someone injured in the tunnels? Miners aren't going to mine in unsafe conditions and the refugees don't really know the lay of the land... actually the miners don't know about the pile of goatshit horror they stepped in initially taking the job before it got switched to the refugees it seems. Olond might want to continue work with her guards more on lookout in truth or keeping the workers inside until the jobs done."

"Might be advisable to speak to the miners first. The more information we have about what happened before we got involved then the better we will be able to gauge this Olonds intent and whether they are masking anything"

Suspecting that Marseen Olond may not be forthcoming about what's going on in the Dribbage Water Tunnel, you decide to leave a visit with her for later. Better to get a better idea of what's actually been happening down below from the Buzzard's Ford kids and this Barnpuddle, all of whom are under the care of healers of some sort.

Based on your conversation with the guardsman, you know that Lyssie Galbernost and Melchic Grimbly are supposed to be under the care of the clerics of St. Durvin, who run a satellite clinic in the castle. It's on the opposite side of the structure and on the ground floor, attached to the larger chapel, which spills out into the surrounding countryside, where the clerics serve regular meals to the Buzzard's Ford refugees. The smells of unguents and the moans of patients hit you before you reach the healing clinic. It's one big room, more or less, with patients given some modicum of privacy via sheets hung around them. The clerics putter about from patient to patient, most in vestments of their saint.

An elderly woman approaches, looking harried and severe. "No visitors! Visiting hour is two hours past sunup until lunchtime. Please, you'll have to come back later."

Her eyes widen and her forehead wrinkles. "Those two! I'm afraid we've had to sedate them. The boy, this Grimbly, is near-homicidal, and this girl, Galbernost, can't seem to stop herself wandering around swiping our supplies." She adopts an officious posture for a moment, but then a grimace deepens her frown lines. "Look, I feel for these two, I do. Please tell their parents they are in good hands here. Perhaps they'll be in a condition to talk in a week's time, once we've had a chance to determine what's darkening their minds..."

"Nekurr... you could have mentioned you're a priest oddly enough, he's a very intelligent scholar experienced in unnatural phenomena, and I'm a templar and apothecary... so you could have asked if they'd like assistance with these two and possibly the others. Or did you forget..." Tronus pointedly states with a sigh rubbing his forehead pointing at Hildar with his freehand.

She nods in acknowledgment, apparently unfazed by Tronus's bluntness, which seems to match her own. "I see. Would it help to see the patients? I'm afraid I can't allow them to be brought around, but perhaps seeing that they are being safely attended to will be enough to reassure their parents that they're in good hands?"

"Seeing them in their current sedated state would be best. Has anyone already examined them? Do they have any....unusual marks or injuries?"

"Of course," the healer says with a nod. "This way, please." She leads you past several curtained-off beds clear across the area, walking with mincing steps. She explains along the way, "Because the castle guard technically has custody of these two, I've been tending to them personally. It's baffling really..." She arrives at a stout, wooden door. "We've had to keep them away from the others. One moment. " She pulls a key out from a ring at her hip. It clinks into place, and the door swings open. "There they are, as I said, sedated. I've only heard then speak briefly, when the guards brought in their friend—a waif of a girl, who managed to get them to reveal their names, at least. Poor thing. Physically, they are perfectly fine. No marks, bruises, injuries, or the like... other than the normal physical stresses of poverty and lack of food. You're welcome to enter, if you'd like, but please don't try to touch or rouse them for your own safety."

Nekurr approach Hildar as he takes another look at the sleeping children. "I... I think they found something... some, thing not magical, something in the air maybe... it scared them." He looks like a raving lunatic, swaeting and simply staring blank at the floor. The he shivers and looks back to Tronus and Mabel. "Jacey Tabbins. Where is she?"

The cleric looks to Nekurr confused. "Are you referring to the jittery little thing the guards brought in to try to get these two talking? I understand that she usually comes around for the nightly meals we offer at the chapel proper." She furrows her brow and puts her hand on Nekurr's head. "Are you feeling quite all right there, Brother?"

Nekurr takes a deep breath and move closer to... anything that will support him, likely Tronus... or a wall. Looking at Mabel he forces a smile ans dismisses her worries. "Sure, sorry. I had a light breakfast today. So you say little Jacey comes by for the nightly meals? Maybe we can came back later to talk to check how's she doing"

Tronus raises an eyebrow with a sigh he nods, "Thank you for your time I've no doubt you have things to attend we'll be in touch." he states picking up Nekurr like a child if a child would be much taller then their parent to walk out.

"You should work out more or eat more meat... Why are you fainting?" he chides the priest.