Loose Ends
Zaron sets down the poles to his handcart. As it is small, the cart holds only a few supplies and a large barrel.
He steps forward to answer Renakaris. "The Black Curse, as they call it, is a sickness that can be contracted in certain tunnels or mines. It is said that this ancient disease was revived with the rift between worlds nearly 75 years ago, but that it will spread like a plague. Much about it is clouded in mystery. Many consider it an evil curse of the gods."
He thinks, digging in his memory. "The disease itself takes several days to manifest. First, blood congeals in the fingers and toes, making them appear black. That is where the name 'Black Curse' comes from. Then it affects the mind, making the sufferer lose his sanity and become subject to extreme anger and rage, attacking even his closest friends. If he does not die or kill himself in this rage that lacks any more thought than a wild beast, then the malady will kill him."
He shakes his head. "I have not seen it myself and do not know how it spreads. Some say it spreads just by looking at someone who has it."
He pauses, and looks around. Then he looks at the human monk. "Everyone has introduced themselves except you. Who are you?" He looks to the silent monk and to Kahan's group for an introduction.
Geebo, the young adolescent gnome guiding Kahan's group, says, "He is not with us. I thought he was with your group."
All eyes look to the human monk standing in your midst. As you peer closer, you notice his robes do not touch the ground, and he appears to be floating slightly above the ground, having no feet.
The monk raises one hand and points to the tomb where Renakaris had examining the door.