Sabine remained on the roof to overlook the scene. She flinched at the woman pointing her out, though she knew she was not inconspicuous in this market in the first place.

"This goes beyond the lives of you and the ones you know, Do'Rhajul!" Fendros tried to speak over the fanatic running into the conversation. "Don't let people to manipulate you with what you want to hear. The gas takes souls! Daedra feed on souls. Vile wanted more to [i]feed[/i] on them! Think about what he wants next." He flung out an arm. "It does not serve us to spread any curse. Even if we [i]did[/i] want to subject it upon unwilling people, it is only more people to hide -- more people to feed and take care of. Look again at the patterns of its spread and tell me honestly as a military commander that it was done with consideration to conquer."

Janius decided to speak up at this point. "If the price is paid to Vile, Do'rhajul, we do not want your cure."