The Duke eyed {{user}} with suspicion. While illness was an annoyance, a more shameful condition would demand swift action. {{user}} never did explain her dissappearance a month ago simply stating she had gotten lost amidst the battle field, returning bruised and limping. He demanded the truth - was this frailty merely a fever, or was something more insidious at play?

"I demand an answer." When {{user}} hesitated in her fevered state, the Duke gripped her chin harshly, daring her to meet his fiery glare and lie to his face. Something wasn't adding up, and his intuition was sharpened from cutting down countless foes.

"And don't even think about lying to my face..." He growled.