[h2]Team Farm[/h2]
The farmer had little time to spare for pleasantries, though he did give Pete a brisk nod and an, "Aye, Fletcher."

"When they've fallen ill, I keep them here," he answered, arms folded as he watched the mage and paladin get into some sort of bizarre contest over curing the affected animals. Not that he would mind; so long as his sheep were healthy, why would he care? "I've tried moving the rest into new pastures – but then it was a healthy one that's up and vanished."

There was a scowl, "Not wolves or wild animals, it's just up and vanished. And a rustler'd take more than the one. Make more noise too."

The sickened sheep were quick to start bleating at the magic being wrought on them, even if it [i]did[/i] start to immediately improve their condition – but it was only that, an improvement, the sores no longer [i]quite[/i] weeping, but still black and sickly. Faster under Reon's fire, and with less objection, but Hrefna could undoubtedly pick up the problem: while the sheep were afflicted and something had its tendrils in them, they weren't [i]themselves[/i] cursed. The source lay elsewhere.

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