Plague (2)
"Cracked is a big word. Understanding its nature is one thing, curing it is another entirely." Lith tried to curb Kilian's enthusiasm.
Kilian seemed to not have listened to a word he said, dragging him away by the arm at full speed while frantically speaking to someone with his communication amulet.
For some reason, Lith's mind recalled all the times he had seen Manohar pulled around by Marth like a small child. Walking a mile in his shoes wasn't pleasant at all.
Before he could realize what had happened, Lith found himself back in the Colonel's tent. Much to his surprise, Varegrave was kneeling at him.
Lith sneered at that sight, thinking that maybe the Colonel wasn't such a bad man, if he was willing to humble himself to that point, after realizing how wrong he had been.
"Your Majesty, Lith from Lutia is ready to report his discoveries." Kilian said after falling on his knee.