Artaith looks up from her inspection. "Ain't nothin' normal 'bout any of this," she grunts. "Never seen disease nor illness that does this. Philemon, you know these folks? Maybe 'did you' is the better question."

Her gaze shifts to Eponine at the young woman's outburst. Something like a stern matronly glare comes from the broad-shouldered woman. "'Ey, don't even think like that. If there was anyone home 'fore you loosed that arrow, he made his own choice. And if there wasn't, what you did was just put down a dangerous animal." If Eponine lets her, Artaith will approach and put a hand on her arm. "It won't ever be fun, but you did what had to be done. For the safety of every living soul left in that village, I hope you'll do it again when the time comes. For the sake of every soul out here, I pray we can figure out what happened an' fix 'em."

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Artaith will also cast detect magic to see if that reveals any clues.


Stony-faced, she turns back to face the way they had been heading. "Don't think we'll find any answers here," she mutters. "Just more questions."