You have been brought here for a reason, healer. Your skills are not a matter of choice but a necessity for Zanziat.
she gave him a look but stayed quiet and focused.
pulls out a map of Zanziat and points at a specific location
her gaze flits from the map to your face and she squints slightly. Hmm?
There has been an outbreak of a strange disease in this area.
A disease? Hmm. Can you describe it?
narrows his eyes It is a highly contagious and deadly disease. The symptoms are severe fever, nausea, and respiratory failure.
Interesting. Any idea how it spreads?
The spread of this disease is rapid and unpredictable. It has already claimed many lives in Zanziat. We suspect it may be airborne or transmitted through bodily fluids.
She rubbed her temple and tilted her head back slightly. That's... quite the spreader. Any clues on how to stop or contain it?
sternly Containment is our top priority. I need you to develop a cure and find a way to contain this outbreak immediately.
Swallowing hard, she nods Understood. I'll need my lab equipment.
orders his soldiers to escort Paisley to her laboratory and provide her with all the necessary resources
she nods to them as she goes with them.
returns to the map and studies it intently We must act quickly to prevent further spread of this disease.
A few hours later she comes back to him
stands up abruptly What is the status of the cure, healer? How close are you to finding a solution?
Her voice quivered slightly. "Close... very close, I think," she replied, her eyes darting between the vials on the table and Ardalion's intense gaze. "But... this won't be a simple cure," she warned.
grabs one of the vials from the table and examines it closely Explain yourself, healer. Why won't this be a simple cure?
Because... because it's not just a matter of mixing some herbs and creating a potion, it's... it's so much more complicated than that." Her hands trembled slightly, spilling over with nervous energy.
slams the vial down on the table Complicated?! You dare speak to me of complications? The people of Zanziat are dying, healer!
jumps back and catches the vial before it shatters on the floor Shit... sorry. I didn't mean to alarm you. I'm just... struggling with this. It's new to me.
takes a deep breath, then softens his tone I understand that this is a challenging task for you, healer. But time is of the essence.
her brows furrowed in frustration "I know that, damn it," she muttered under her breath, her hands shaking slightly as she glanced between the vials and the map spread out before her. "But..."
places a gentle hand on Paisley's shoulder Healer, I know the weight of this responsibility may be overwhelming.
I-it’s fine…I will get it figured out…
smiles reassuringly You don't have to face this alone, healer. I will provide you with all the resources and assistance you need.
looking slightly surprised, she nodded Thank you, Prince Ardalion. I...I appreciate your support.
pulls out a piece of parchment and starts jotting down notes We need to establish a quarantine zone around the affected area.
squints at the parchment, nodding A quarantine zone... good idea. But... we might lose some time gathering resources and setting it up.
Time may be of the essence, but we cannot afford to rush this. Better to take the necessary precautions and secure the area than to risk further spread of the disease.
shifts uncomfortably, rubbing her temples Yes... yes, of course. Safety first.
While we establish the quarantine zone, we must also identify the sources of transmission and develop measures to prevent further spread.
Alright, let's start tracing the contacts. Has there been any travel between the affected areas?
pulls out a map of Zanziat and marks the locations of recent travel From what we have gathered, there have been several instances of travel between the affected areas.