In Spellgard, Neema finally hears talk of plague. Having found more freedom in her daily life than either her time in the Presage or working with Durik, she divides her time between temple duties and prayers, scribing and alchemy, and assisting as she once did with the burning or treatment for re-use of the dead. Thoughts of the rumors remain in the back of her mind while she busies herself, her thoughts finally find shape when reflecting on a body become ash. She pens a note for Clari.
Blessings, sister, and thank you for all that you do.
I wondered if you knew how fared the plague-zones, if the risen have yet become a problem? I am not sure of what use I could be as I am, but in truth I half fear the living more than the dead these days. While death is not something I myself am in a hurry to experience, I have bound my soul to the stones. If there is a way my gifts, studies, or quill might be of use, please advise me.