Illness

"A few months ago there came a cry for help, there was illness inside this village and the witch doctors could identify what it was. Because of this, I came down here and helped where I could. Cooking, cleaning, assisting the witch doctors and making funeral cloths. You name it. The illness was attacking not only the weak and old, but also the strong young men inside this village." She said and looked at the window, he followed her gaze. It was already dark outside and there was nothing to see, except for their reflection. "The illness started small, real small. A simple wart on a victim's face, after two days the warts were covering a person's face. It will only take one more day before they appear on the rest of the body." She shook her head. He looked confused, he never heard about such an illness and he had traveled most of the kingdom. "A week after the first wart, the victim, is bedridden and often died in a span of two more days." She said, slamming her hand on the table. She was angry, that much was clear. "If I had not seen it happening with my own two eyes, I would have doubted it. But sadly, I have sat more than once at someone's deathbed, during my time here. It took another month to figure out what coursed it, and it was a banished witch doctor." She looked at him, tears were streaming down her face. "He was not even from this village, but he still cursed these people to suffer." He nodded slowly, so this so not a normal illness, this was a magical one. She looked at her half-empty plate and sighed. "It still took use weeks, to get this village back on track. But they lost a lot of loved once, almost all the elderly and the young men. Even some young children, we barrier a girl of nine, the day before we were about to leave. She was such a happy and care free child when we arrived."

— Expert from Princess among thieves