Pursuit of the Sun 1.2

Magic. That’s what I thought. Or maybe a curse… it’s not that different from magic. If this affliction does come for him, it will do so at night… but no one can guarantee its appearance. The healer is fine. The contagiousness is determined not by medical concepts, but by some kind of mysticism. In the afflicted’s place, Ottar would simply turn a blind eye to the stranger. He would let him wander aimlessly around the village until he got bored. But there was another option: to kill him. And in that case, a couple of medicines and alchemical preparations would hardly save Blooddrinker from the magical draining of blood… all the blood. He would hardly be able to find common ground with the source of the affliction on religious grounds.

“Witches, cultists, vampires… your affliction doesn’t look like a disease. It’s some kind of nasty mysticism!” Ottar grimaced, even though he himself was a sorcerer. “Perhaps it’s best to stay away from unholy forces. And what did you dream about? Just some kind of monster?”

If this is a magical disease, then Master Gasa’s chances of changing anything are sadly small. He is not a mage. We need a strong, powerful fire worshiper here… someone like… like my father. He was. When he was alive. Yes, exactly like that!