At first everything is calm as the healer arrives and checks on the strange boy who stumbled upon their small village. It is with great relief that the healer had found that he had not been touched by any of the undead, but all four in the inn reacted with fear when the boy suddenly convulsed and he screamed. 

"What's happening to him, Freya?!"
"I do not know...!"

He fell unconscious once more, and there was a quiet that fell around them. Freya commanded, "I'm going to get some medicine. Bruenor, heat up some water and food, Guy help me to my cottage. Callie, dear, please watch over the young man,"

After everyone was given their orders, they hurried off. She drew closer to the boy, but what she didn't expect was his hand to lash out and grab her wrist. She gasped and tried to pull her hand free, but his grip was too strong. She looked up at the boy to see his eyes were open and stark white. 

So now it comes...Death

The boys words seemed to ring eerily in Callie's ears. What did that mean?! What was wrong with him? Did...he think he was going to die? 

Then he sits up and coughs. The white clouds disappeared fro his eyes and he seemed more aware of his surroundings. After he apologized and let go of her, she answered "Er....It's-It's fine. You weren't aware..."

There was no doubt about it. He had magic, but what kind of magic was that? To cloud the eyes and make him unaware of his actions and surroundings? Why did she have a bad feeling from those words...?

She then asked "What happened? How'd you get hurt?"