Hrefna let out a harsh laugh as Rylia called her a 'northern barbarian'. The little one had a mouth, at least, if not the experience to match her words. With her magic, Hrefna concluded that 'Reon's Light' wouldn't quite do it in this instance. It could stave off the affliction, but it did nothing to the source. Hrefna gestured to the still-trembling livestock that Rylia had attempted to cure, and leaned forward derogatorily, flouting Rylia's failure of height next to a race of people whose women were legendarily short.

"I see that Reon favors the livestock as much as she favors the people of Barukstaed," she teased, knowing how loaded [i]that[/i] particular subject was, "but do not worry, tiny one. My diagnosis has concluded. The sheep are not cursed, but they are being [i]affected[/i] by a curse that resides elseplaces. Even I could not break it from here."

Hrefna strode purposefully towards Pete, Csenge, Hyselia, and the farmer.

"Listen to Hrefna, now. Curse resides elsewhere, so we must find spell in order to break. If the sick sheep share any commonality, it would be good to know. A relative in common, a grazing area in common on the days of affliction, any notable changes to routine. The only other thing I can say is that the source is nearby, but this is perhaps obvious."