The elder gasped, “Wh-what’s-“

Felicity started the hastily pack, “You don’t want to know. Thankfully, it doesn’t kill. Easily…”

She checked her weapons supply, “It’s just painful and disgusting.”

“Good to know…” the elder muttered sarcastically. “Oh, Jomil must despise us if we have a fate worse than death…”

“Shut up about Jomil already,” Felicity huffed. She approached him with her tools gathered, “I know the cure, but I need to gather the three ingredients. I hope to be back in several days, won’t take long.”

Before the elder could scold her for bad mouthing Jomil, she swiftly left the room.

Her annoyance steadily turned into compassion as she walked through town. The small settlement was riddled with sick, decaying people. A child coughed, crying as he held his grey, pained arm. Felicity had to bolt out of the town, or else risk her tears to fall. The moonlight guided her towards her first target. A gentle evening wind blew as she darted through tall grasses.

Three ingredients. South western zaffreroot. Athelas. Web flower. After gathering all of these, it will take nothing to make the cure. It’s finding them that's the hard part…