After walking through a surprised yet slow crowd, I was able to get across to Robert and everyone else. They were presumably planning to congratulate him for finding a home for everyone, but that quickly stifled. First off, there was a ridiculous shriek from a... human. The princess probably got afraid of a bug or drunkard or something, but when I turned to her to tell her to shut up, a giant shadow had enveloped everyone around here.

What appeared to be the most sick dragon in all of Trevary had swooped down from the skies, landing without grace and more like a corpse. Despite being covered in grey dust from head to talons, he didn't bother attacking us and instead requested assistance (though you could tell he was pretty aggressive). He smelled like death and had a few coughs before he spoke, reminding us how we still had some curse overrunning the lands. Apparently he assumed we were suddenly fetchers for others though, preferring to think there was possibly some way to reverse his condition without accounting for the fact we weren't doctors, nor well-prepared adventurers. Regardless, there was a giant zombie dragon that seemed to be getting more erratic by the minute, so we kinda had no choice in the say.

"Well of course it'll be spreading faster than we thought. The thing's probably spreading at a geometric rate, considering it spreads to the next adjacent piece of land or something." In all honesty, I had no idea what I was talking about. At least before I became a Drake; I think it's got to do with the way Drake brains are wired, considering how smart yet feeble their race is. "Right, we'll go get some equipment around here. Don't expect the best though, these things were made with huge claws."