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[Anastasia]

"Good." A pause, "No dying flesh, sudden inability to breathe or the complete loss of sight, hearing or taste?"

[Nephrite]

"No." He shakes his head. "No dying flesh. I ate... just about an hour ago." Moore says. "I didn't notice anything amiss then with the food. I haven't had any trouble seeing except when I get dizzy and tired, and I've been able to hear without trouble."

[Anastasia]

"Surely a miracle of Chronias being radiant," The old man agrees, pausing to stroke his beard. "Now then, do you want to talk details or ways to possibly restore yourself?"

[Nephrite]

"I certainly can't live like this." Moore says. "Details are fine -- however you would like to proceed. I trust in your wisdom and experience."

[Anastasia]

"The first is a question: Are you drawn to Chronias yet? If it is your time to ascend, then even this will pass as you cross the Bridge of Al-Sihal." The old man asks, leaning on his staff.

[Nephrite]

Moore gives a shake of his head as an answer.

[Anastasia]

"The second is for Lord Ilmater to see to you. He will heal it or send you in the direction of overcoming it," he says.

[Nephrite]

Moore nods. "Very well then. Should we wait here, then?" He asks.

[Anastasia]

Hallar comes to sit next to you. "Ilmater walks with pain so others do not have to. He will come to us."

After a few moments, Jetina turns to him, reclining back a little bit, looking up. "Do you know Muirfinn? He's with Aurora, and was cursed so that it took Ilmater's intervention to save him."

[Nephrite]

"I heard about him." Moore says. "I saw him a few times once they recovered him. It's unfortunate what was needed to be given to Hell to secure his release. If Illmater was able to help him recover from being in Asmodeus' clutches, I'm... not worried."

[Anastasia]

"I've not met him, but I heard the story," The old man says, "You shouldn't be. Lord Ilmater is kind and heals any who come to him asking, no matter if they can repay it or not, so long as they turn aside from the ways of the wicked."

[Nephrite]

"I'm sure we can find a way to offer him aid in return." Moore says. He takes in another breath as he rights himself again, doing his best to stay flying.

[Anastasia]

From here it's not long.

He is broken. He is bleeding. He walks hunched over, as if under a great burden. A mostly bald man wearing a loincloth and little else, shambling along. Despite the expression of pain on his face, he brings an immediate sense of peace to you, your sickness seeming ever so faintly less.

[Nephrite]

Moore bows his head down deeply.  "Lord Illmater, I admit I wish we were meeting under better circumstances."

[Anastasia]

"You live. That is good enough circumstances," Ilmater says, slowly offering you his hand. "Let me see you."