Dick sighed as he tapped his foot against the hardwood floor of the palace. Alfred had just brought him a worrying report of an illness spreading across the town. The population had been dwindling for quite some time now with the illness causing babies to die before they even learned to crawl, and now it was spreading to the elders and high status women. Even his sisters, Cassandra and Stephanie, had fallen excessively ill and never looked to get any better. What could possibly be causing this?

Dick called you into his study with a troubled look on his face, a not too unusual expression now and days. The pile of concerns and complaints on his desk only seemed to grow to the point where it was practically touching the ceiling. He glanced up with an exhausted smile on his face and politely waved at you. “Apothecary {{user}}, you are aware of the sickness spreading around, correct?”