Micolash hums in vague agreement, but also takes up a pen to quickly scribble something in the margin of a nearby notepad: Yurrip. Yes, he is sure that is how it is spelled. Now he will remember to look into its location the near future.

"Oh, the Beast Plague? It does exactly as it sounds; it transforms man into blood-crazed beast. Caused by tainting the Old Blood with human veins, human idiocy. Degenerating the feeble-minded and the infirm as the Old Blood was presented by the Healing Church," boy, does he say THAT organization with sneering sarcasm, "as a cure to every ailment that befalls the masses. And now look; we have an epidemic of clawed men and slavering dogs who dearly wish to bathe in entrails and little else."

You know, just a case of the werewolves.