"No, Tina. They flee a plague. You've noticed the masks."
As Trinia throws her arms around him, Travigan's eyes widen in a fashion similar to when Tayce Soldado embraced him after they'd helped her little girl. "Ack! Aye, aye. There there, lass. Bored an' alive is a good stretch better than excited 'n dead. Ye can lemme go now, girl. There!" Travigan shakes his head ruefully as she at releases her grip and scowls at his chuckling companions. "Right then, we've got a long road back ta' Korvosa proper now, don't we?" Rolling his shoulders he nods at Trinia as they depart and shrugs at her question regarding the mysterious Blackjack. "Who knows? Are ye in touch wi' any other royal assassins in need o' being smuggled?" His face gets suddenly serious then as he reasserts, "Stay out o' trouble! I mean it!"
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Later, as the group approaches the crowd departing the city, the blacksmith groans heavily, "Shelyn's blessed smallclothes, now it's a blighted plague? Heaven help us, we hav'na even got back yet!"
The travelers not only ignore Tina, they draw back from her approach as if she were a monster of some sort. Muttering prayers to Abadar or whoever they feel can help them, the pilgrims stay isolated from anyone not wearing a mask, and even then only have limited contact.
The inn therefore is not a particularly welcoming place though it is the only indoor place to spend the night on the road.
Definitely the inn.
Tina sighs and slinks into the inn. Just what are we going to do about the plague? I could barely help one girl.
"Well, those crooked Abadarians certainly aren't going ta be th' answer! Bunch o' gilded crooks if ye ask me."
We can head to the church of Sarerae, I worked there so we might get more help.
The inn is crowded with the folks leaving Korvosa for the hinterlands, but there is one dormitory style room available, where you can all stay, if a bit uncomfortably.
The meal at the inn is passable but the hushed silence in the common room makes most take their meals in the privacy rather than company. After a long night passes, you are ready to set out for the city again.
Tina munches on some jerky without much enthusiasm and then sleeps.
So..Is there anyone we can go see? Or we can head to the Sarenite Temple and see if we can organize something.
"I believe that the Field Marshall will be awaiting our return. I shall go report to her."
The ride back to Korvosa is mainly unremarkable save for the unusually high volume of folks leaving the city.
When you arrive back at North Bridge to cross back into the city, your friend Grau Soldado works there, checking papers and directing the flow of refugees from the town.
Soldado looks weary and strained, but smiles and greets you warmly. "Hail friends, been away, eh? A few days in the country? Things have gone to hell in a handbasket while you've been away. This sickness, blood veil, they are calling it, has broken out all over the city." He waves a wagon full of a families belongings through to the bridge and then turns back to you.
"Have a message for you, so I am glad to bump into you. That cleric Vaultkeeper Dhatri wants to meet with you at the Grand Vault of Abadar. Seemed like a decent fellow. Said you worked together on Brienne's case earlier. YOu think this disease is what she had?"
It might be, I will have to check any sick people.
Travigan nods grimly, "That's my fear at least, Grau. We warned those money grubbers too!" The burly man wrings his hands in frustration, thinking the Abadarians were about to ask them for help. "How much you think we can charge 'em for our aid, eh?" His tone is grumpy and sarcastic, matching his deep frown.
We can just ignore them and head to my temple, they are much more charitable.
"Aye, he was tolerable. Let's hear him out then visit your brothers and sisters of the cloth, Tina. I did tell Dhatri he could call on us if he needed. Given how things went at his gilded temple, I can't imagine he'd do so unless he was some kind o' desperate."