Porcupine Ridge They managed to rob the New Sheoth palace vaults? Curious.

Sick.

Anathema paused to glance back, shrugged. I've always been sick, I think. The words were muffled by a mouthful of bones, so she set them down to regard him with idle curiosity. Her sickness had shaken him; it took a moment for her to puzzle out a reason.

It doesn't spread.

She gathered her bones back up and waited with an air of expectation. There was no time to be wasted. The bones had spoken, and wasn't that what Hex had asked for?