Lord Atremus was suffering from an 'unknown' illness. Not even the most knowledgable of Scholars couldn't identify explain it.

Some say its 'hysteria', others suggest 'disortion'.

Day and Night, doctors and other noteworthy people enter and examine Lord Artemus' state. However, none were so sure, not like how you were. Wen you entered the chamber, you couldn't believe the what was happening.

A scholar was handing Lord Artemus with a bow of sweetened soup, hoping to quel the soreness in his throat. His bedsheets were sprawled out on the floor, a clear sign of the seriousness of his illness.

`Here, my Lord... It is a bowl of sweetened lockberries, with lemon zet. To help with your throat.´ The scholar says quietly, bringing the bowl towards Lord Artemus.

The Lord timidly takes the spoon given, about to taste the flavourful dish until he saw you.

“Who are... you?...” The Lord manages to muster. His malnourished bodu and ghostly face is all you need to know.