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. I was just
on my way to speak with you. Interesting, don't you think? Tell
me, is your headache better?"
"Why do you ask?"
"I shall tell you when you have answered my question. Is your
headache better?"
"Yes. It only buzzes slightly now. I found it difficult to sleep."
The hood bobbed up and down as Vergrim nodded. "I
suspected as much. You might be interested to know that a number
of the men have also complained of headaches and buzzing. S'sira
is apparently the only one to have been stricken badly. He babbles
like a madman and his form is contorted from pain."
The first rays of light broke through the darkness. B'rak bared
his teeth. "He wasn't that sick before. When did this start?"
"Soon after the patrol settled down. Most of those touched
were asleep. Shortly after waking, they grew better."
At that moment, the other guard returned with the trackers.
They saluted. B'rak ignored them at first, his thoughts on a
hundred possibilities. At last, he came to a decision. He turned to
the newcomers.
"Did you survey the surrounding forest?"
The two trackers looked at one another. B'rak's eyes narrowed.
"That is standard procedure, is it not?"
The senior of the two spoke. "Captain, we did survey the
forest. It is just that we found nothing to report. You saw the map.
Nothing but trees and grass for miles."
The patrol leader nodded. "I see. Very well, you are dismissed."
The trackers departed with great haste
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