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Who: Syrlya and You.
When: The first week of November.
Where: Caissa and job-related parts of Blanc.
What: Syrlya copes with the lingering forest illness and does his part to find a cure for the people still afflicted.
Rating: PG.

[Caissa]

[As it turns out, the corruption isn't actually fatal... which leaves Syrlya at two weeks of illness. He hasn't slept well, felt well, and most food don't even taste good anymore. Except meat.

It isn't as hard for him to ignore the constant craving of flesh, but it is uncomfortable and anything to stave off the desire helps. Which is why at almost all times he can be found chewing on jerky. With a whole bag in hand.

And if he catches another infected hero he offers them a piece of the dried meat as well.] Here. I find it helps.

[Alternatively, he's leaning over the edge of the railing, groaning and holding his neck. Trying not to be sick.]

[Job 1 - The Carbuncle]

[It's a relief to be in a forest that isn't rotting, and feeling the vibrant life of the trees almost makes Syrlya feel better--though he's wary about touching anything even with the enchanted ring. And gloves. Look, he'll just feel guilty if he spreads this disease to anyone.

He's wringing his hands as he walks around the forest for any sign of the Carbuncle...] Of course it won't be easy... I hope this works.

[He cups his hands around his mouth to amplify his voice as he laughs.] Ha... hahahaha!

[It doesn't sound even remotely genuine.]

[Job 2 - The Baby Tree]

A fairy tale... that is something that is not true, correct? A fanciful story?

[He looks aside to the other hero patiently awaiting access to the baby tree, furrowing his brow.] Just from my world and not my people, correct? Ah--would you happen to have a story like that to share?

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[That Lei has always been a suspicious fellow, but at least this time it's just a story. She has a feeling that her own story might overlap a lot of "Ma Jiang's". Maybe. It does remind her of China.

Either way, here she is, because after discovering how he was ill during the war, she has promised to help all of them find a cure.]

Perhaps yours first, Syrlya? You have such wonderful stories about your mother and I am sure you have had plenty of adventures!

Myself...I might have a few stories.

[The sound of forced laughter attracted...!!

...Wander and Wynona, both of whom just gave Syrlya the most unsure look.]

What, um, what're you doing there, buddy? Is everything okay, you need any help?

[Because that sounded like something, but whatever it was, it was not laughter. Perhaps a seagull cry?]

[ Chloe is not infected so there is no offer of jerky there. But he is actually unfamiliar with jerky and while he has seen other people eat it he is not so impolite as to ask complete strangers what it might be. He does have manners, after all.

But he knows Syrlya, if only briefly, which is why he approaches with a polite smile and a slight bow. ]

Good day, Sir Syrlya. Although it is a little rude of me to suddenly ask, may I perhaps ask you a question?

baby tree!

Carbuncle!

Caissa