@Seyena&Valor: The priests and soldiers grumbled amongst each other, after one of the healers, a fat, short man, moved closer to Valor and inspected his face from close, but safe, distance. He then extended his right hand and his fat finger poked at Valor's neck, on the left, and then right side.
"Well he doesn't look like he is suffering from plague! Apologies, we aren't used to pegasus deliveries, considering how flying mounts are expensive." The fat healer sighed in relief as the most of the circle broke out.
"Praise to Lady Prixima; the previous shipments helped a lot, and with this one, we should be set for a day or two. Twelve bottles, like before?"@Chris: Prixima listened, her fingers tapping at her shoulders as her annoyance with the report grew. but it was evident she began to lose interest after the report moved from Eor and lack of Dragonstone to the mention of the messenger.
"So, my cousin is dead. This is a good thing, at last I will have entire county under me. You don't have the Dragonstone, and I don't even feel surprised. Aaron, make sure that the messenger boy problem with be dealt with. I'm not interested in pampering every soldier here. As for Adrien--"Prixima suddenly sneezed, so loud that it was heard outside the office. The guards briefly looked at the door.
"Hmph, I have to whip that maiden. The dust is all ov.. ov..." Prixima could only cover her mouth before she sneezed mightily again. When she looked at the two, she had slightly reddish eyes.
"My allergy! Flowers! Which of you brought flowers here!"