[center][h1][color=00ff66]Granny Siri & Ilyana the Half-Human[/color][/h1][/center]
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They'd gotten the center pole up and hoisted up the center ring and the canvas - trust a sailor to understand rigging, Granny sighs. But there was something bothering her about the half-elf - he wasn't sweating.

"Boy," she called out to the youngster, "Are you feeling well?"
"Yes," Ilyana lied, but the priestess waved her over and pressed her hand against her forehead.

"Your hand, it's like ice...!" Ilyana sighs, leaning into it. "Why is your hand so cold?"
"And you have a fever," Siri nods, taking away her hand and stepping inside her wagon. Moments later, she reappears with a small folded square of paper and a waterskin. "Swallow the power inside, and wash it down with water."
"What do I owe..." 
"Nothing," Siri says. "Just sit there for a bit and try to make yourself comfortable."