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It had been a while since she had been to Keelsgraav. The air was fresher here, in the way that air in open spaces often was, and Csenge subtly corrected her posture, feeling a satisfying but discomforting pop from her lower back and hips as she stepped out of the carriage and bid the driver farewell as they continued down the path towards central Keelsgraav. Perhaps it would have been a more comfortable ride if she had commissioned a passenger carriage for this, but the rustic feel of riding in the back of a trader's carriage, sandwiched between crates, had appealed to her.

She must be getting old and soft, if discomfort was novelty.

Following behind the others, she glanced towards the penned off sheep as Hrefna and Rylia performed their rites, then joined Hyselia to speak with the farmer properly. A notebook and a pencil found its way into her hand as she did so, her eyes first scanning their surroundings as she drew out the general perimeter of the farm. A map, for reference.

[b]"Aldus, I am Csenge, an investigator from the Guild. With me are my companions Hyselia, Rylia, Hrefna, and Pete. Along with what Hyselia has asked, did you keep records of which sheep became visibly ill on which day, as well as the first sheep to fall ill in this manner? Do you bring them out to graze in any other field, or are they contained here? To clarify, do your sheep refuse to graze only in the evening, or have they stopped altogether?"[/b] The stylus rolled between her fingers, thoughts and theories bubbling about. Who [i]would[/i] curse some sheep? [b]"You mentioned that one of the ill ones disappeared. How far along were they with the illness?"[/b]

Her voice picked up, strangely reminiscent of an instructor speaking over the clamor of a class rather than the barking of a military officer to their soldiers.

[b]"Pete, keep at eye out for any marks of black flecks along the perimeter fence. It'll be too dark to make anything out soon."[/b]

Something they ate? Something in the air? The water? Pests? If the Paladin and the Curse Mage could unravel the affliction right off the bat, it would save them from having to fight infected sheep in the dark, but that wouldn't lead them to the source of it.