Skylark was heading back down the hall toward the noble office. However, before she could reach her destination she is approached by one of the palace guards.

“Lady Skylark reports from all over the city are beginning to filter back to the palace.”

From the look in his eyes Skylark knew the news would not be good. She motioned for him to continue.

“Well Milady the reports are not good. There have been random acts of suicide throughout the city and several cases of possible plague have broken out down by the docks.”

The news was not at all good, the suicides alone were alarming, but to have the plague broke out now while they were at war and needed every able body could prove to catastrophic. She looked up at the guard and stated…

“Find out how many are infected with the illness.” Even now she was reluctant to speak the word “plague”. “Have those who are infected quarantined in a warehouse down on the docks. These are our and are to be made as comfortable as possible. Is that understood? The steel in her voice left no room for augments.

With that said she the left the guard to follow her orders and then slipped in back into the noble office where the healer Lady Celindra was tending to the young king.