The Cure

Sweaty, feverish, scratched over and generally half dead looking. Taeron and Huron would be seen along with a few crate dragging volunteers dragging materials into Myth Drannor. Huron feverish and generally ill tempered at this point would curse about getting the clerics and mages together in the city. Claiming--- with proof being hauled around. To have the fifth and final ingredient of the cure.

Warded over tree bark to be protected. The bark would seem to have a shadowy feel about it. Along with the bark would be a fairly moderate amount of the other ingredients. Certainly enough to at least get a cure started. Occasional heavy coughing would be heard from Huron and perhaps Taeron.

Huron would relay any questions with a bit of angry staring and asking if it really mattered, insisting the cure be started on now, the details of how they got it could be given after.

Though after seeing the cure being taken and started working on. He would grudgingly summarize an explanation that they had to gate their way into the shadow plane, ending up in Shadovar itself as he understands. Facing more insane shadows and gut tearing traps than he ever wishes too again.

Auryne comes to the two exhausted heroes to thank them, pausing to look a little longer at Huron, wich might be apologetic look. "you two look really exhausted, you better take a good rest. Thank you so much, you´ve done the people a great deed" She then hugs both of them heartily.

she gives the last ingredients to the priest along with the other who have been gathered in the last days to get a cure ready and administered to those who need it the most first.

Even in his half dead state, Taeron makes sure that the cure is not given to -anyone- before the town has enough to cure all the infected inhabitants. Of questioned, he would just growl that they can't risk the plague to spread to those already healed (in case the cure doesn't prove to give long term immunity to the disease as well).

After that, the towering barbarian drops to the ground - unconscious. Whether he's sent to the inn or the temple, he keeps talking - even screaming from his dreams. The name "Domastir" or "mage" can be heard - almost always followed by "I'm sorry".