Lord Dev'ee Oss stared at the sky from his conference table. The skies still held their dark grey colour, it had been overcast like this for nearly three weeks. He had hoped that after last nights downpour the skies might have finally cleared, if only so he could walk through the gardens with his daughter as she smiled in the sunlight. At the very least the rain would be good for the flowers she cherished so much. It had been so kind and thoughtful of Nevar to suggest that some be brought to her chambers so she could enjoy them still. She needed a suitor as she was nearing her second decade soon, and though Nevar was not of nobility they themselves were of such a minor house it would hardly matter, besides he was such a thoughtful fellow. "Lord Oss... Lord Oss you alright?" "Hmm... Oh sorry, as I was saying: at this point we can no longer simply assume the misfortune we have been experiencing is but random chance. Someone is targeting our wellbeing, that much is clear. To burn down not one, but two grain sheds, and I suspect that the local apothecary being murdered was not just a coincidence. We will post three guards per food shed as we can not afford to lose another, and one guard for Nevar as well as any other apothecaries we find. Now I believe I have also heard from Matron Ploot that some orphans have been going disa-" The lord was suddenly cut of as the doors to the room suddenly shot open. Standing in the doorway was the lord's daughter, but her normally cheery demeanour was replaced by one of sickness. Her lips had turned blue, her skin was ghastly pale, and her veins seemed to pop with a sickly green colour. She weakly called out for her father before collapsing to the floor. Almost 2 weeks later: "Please Nevar, there has to be something you can do! Can your magic really do nothing? Do you want Gracie to die?" "We have gone over this, without knowing what kind of poison it was I could not do anything without risking making it worse, all I could do was keep her alive, and as comfortable as possible. Unfortunately now that I know what it is I might need at least one thousand gold to secure the missing ingredient to cure the poison." "Please Daddy, you know Nevar would never let me suffer if he knew how to help me, just like you wouldn't." "Your right, Princess, I am just so worried about you. It is just... the messenger returned two days ago saying he had posted the job to every guild, knights order, or tavern he could find. So where is everyone? Did I not make it clear that I was willing to give absolutely anything to the hero that could save us?"