"That's fine," said the Medicine Seller, walking on ahead so that Oghren couldn't see him smirking like a cat who caught the canary.

"We can wait for the infection to spread. Things will simply... drop off on their own."

He picked at the odd marking, which turned out not to be one at all but rather a hair. Oh dear.

"How many streams running from caves are there in the area?" He asked conversationally.