The curse-remover trudged along slowly, carrying you on his back. It was the third time this week he'd found one of these poor souls. It was a curse-killer's doing, and they hadn't been caught yet. He sighed, wondering how life and the world had come to be like this. Cursing other people? It was absurd. He hoped he ran into the curse-killer soon, and that he had an opportunity to take them down.

"Ah.. how many people do I have to carry on my back in one day?" He muttered, annoyed with you.