Blackfeather Woods That girl is poison

"Blood sickness." Was all she managed to say. She was getting worse and worse as the days went by. It started off as coughing; which she assumed was a cold, but now that her vitality and energy was dropping, that she was losing weight and unable to keep food down, she knew exactly what it was. She looked wearily at Burke and shook her head. There was nothing Cicero or Potema could do but ease her pain or end it quickly with poison. There was nothing no one in the whole world could do, save the Gods, but even they would not stop such a death. It would corrupt her body forever if stopped prematurely.

"Potema, come here." She called to her daughter. She had important news, news that would be happy in any other time but this. "There is a sect, close to here. They are priests, mages..." She paused, a cough in her chest that shook her body. "They are south of here, two weeks south, in a place called Hag Fen. You will know it when you see it. They will teach you there, things I could not...can not..." She coughed again, sagging against Burke for support. She was glad that she spoke to Potema about this opportunity before she passed on. Her daughter would benefit from being taught by such witches that were far beyond even her own caliber. "Bring them a gift of magical value."

She paused to catch her breath. She had more things to say and limited time to say it. Damn her sickness.