01-31-2019, 01:03 AM
a body in the funhouse
“There are a few lucky bastards out there,” Wishbone proceeds. Loic wondered if what she was implying was a very contagious virus running rampant throughout these lands. His neck stiffened slightly in recoil to the thought, but he shakes it off as casually as he could. “Some of our lands are protected from the infection,” Infection was the word of choosing for the sickness. The infection. Surely, a small outbreak of cold symptoms would not have itself dubbed such a substantial label. The woman does not continue with the names of the regarded places. “I’m sorry hard times have fallen here,”Loic offers, hoping the sentiment may mean something to Wishbone in her ill state.
“ It used to be a lot better than this,” The dark stallion can hear the emptiness in her voice. “How long has it been?” He asks. It is concerning that he has entered an area that seems to have been contaminated with an illness unknown to him, but he shoves his fear away, knowing that he is already in the thick of it and can’t turn away. “Have healers been found?” Loic curiously asks. He was not sure whether it was his business, a stranger, asking questions about a possible plague, but arming himself with information was his best point of action.
“ It used to be a lot better than this,” The dark stallion can hear the emptiness in her voice. “How long has it been?” He asks. It is concerning that he has entered an area that seems to have been contaminated with an illness unknown to him, but he shoves his fear away, knowing that he is already in the thick of it and can’t turn away. “Have healers been found?” Loic curiously asks. He was not sure whether it was his business, a stranger, asking questions about a possible plague, but arming himself with information was his best point of action.
LOIC