A Spoonful of Medicine...

After throwing the bag to Uli, Sheila turns to leave and passes by Krangk, who is slumped against the wall of the study. She turns to face him and looks him up and down. Krangk is sweating profusely, and the rest of you notice for the first time that he is very pale, and he appears somewhat shaky as pushes away from the wall and struggles to stand erect, glaring defiantly at Lady Heidmarch.

“Spent some time in the sewers, did we?” she clucks unsympathetically. “Silly, silly. You really don’t look well, boy.” She shakes her head and places a hand on Krangk’s sweating forehead, then closes her eyes as if in prayer.

“Old gods and new,” she intones in a deep voice, “Heal this foolish mortal of his uncleanliness! Scour all impurity and filth from him! Wash him in righteousness and make him a new man!” Her head slumps to her chest and she exhales mightily, and her fingers slide slowly down Krangk’s wet face.

She glances up at Krangk a moment later, her head cocked to the side.

“All better now? No? Pity.” She shakes her head in mock consternation. “You really should get yourself looked at. I’m sure you’re all aware that the Keystone district has the most temples and shrines in the city. I’m sure you’ll find a healer there.”