"The cinder sickness." So not only did he not know of the deities of non-humans, he was not aware of the cinder sickness. "You know, when sores resembling tiny fire pits start sprouting on a person, and if left untreated ends with the patient burning to death from within. The orphans in the Apothecary have been cursed with a version of disease that will not leave from normal means of healing. That's why we're here." Vaeri gestured at the odd occupants of the inn, and accidentally flung a bit of icing onto the floor. Vaeri mentally took note of this screw up and then pretended like it never happened, taking another bite from the piece of bread.

"To gather the required ingredients for a cure. I'm sure one such as you could help if you are so inclined. You can speak with Sister Agnes," Vaeri pointed at the elderly nun, "Or Wyslan in the Apothecary if you wish to know, Sir      " Vaeri lead off the end of the sentence, trying to prompt the stranger to give his name. After he gave his name, or declined to do so, Vaeri would leave to go to her room, waving farewell to him. About 10 minutes later she would return, now clad in her armor, cloak, and no longer barefoot ready to head out.