Information passed to Griz at her cave, happened physically in game

*Kolek crouches, balancing on the balls of his feet and claps twice before speaking to the ancient Druidess.*

Kolek knows that the one known Grizabella has watched many things, done many things. Kolek *taps chest* would share word about a sickness of the stolen city, and of those that dwell in their huts of stone there.

*he shifts a bit, balancing still*

Kolek has seen a sickness spread in among all the tribes of those who dwell there. A sickness that is an evil spirit, one that weakens the body so that it is frail and tired, sickness that calls to it many flies to swarm like done over rotting meat. Kolek has seen, sickness spreads quickly…like the floodwaters from a great storm coming through the rivers. As quickly as hunger comes to a child.

This sickness will do much damage to those who dwell in stone huts. Many have spoken and Koek has heard, that sickness from one called Moander, a totem of some who were killed in the city. This sickness took Kolek as he watched others grow ill, as he watched those of the city. The magic of the leaves *makes a gesture* would not cure it. The magic of the shamans taught to Kolek, would not drive this spirit from the body. A small white liquid given to Kolek, it drove the spirit from the body. Kolek has heard that not many drinks were found, and that all have been drunk. The tribes will wither and die.

Kolek thinks that this is balance, for living in stone huts. For not following the Ways that are right. Kolek fought few who tried to leave city who were sick, and pushed them back into gates, but sickness is leaving the city. People there, do not understand. Sickness may infect more, spread more, as the waters of the floods wash away those who are too close to the banks as it comes. Kolek does not have power of shamans of tribe, but sees with their eyes at the history Kolek has been told. A tribe that has the evil spirits of sickness must be shunned. Must be cut off, for safety of all. Kolek has seen three tunnels out of city. One, leads to lower city, One, leads to upper city, One leads through mines to shores of the Dark Lake. Kolek asks for help to seal these holes. Allow sickness to run it’s course, and it will not spread into the wilds.

Kolek asks for wise council on this, for Kolek is new to this place. Kolek seeks the words of the Shaman Grizabella who is not of my tribe.

*he crouches, waiting for a response*