"Hear ye, hear ye! Everyone is to remain in their houses. No one is to enter or exit the city. By order of the mayor, and the Boliarin, Edwin Roberts!" Repeated the city's crier for what felt like the thousandth time today.
What a mess Myrna was these days. First the coughing sickness, then the charlatans who tried to make a profit out of it, and now people were going to be growing tree bark on their skin.
And he, rather than staying safely in his home, had to travel the streets and make sure no one broke the lockdown. And all that because some warrior, who was totally getting blacklisted if he survived getting flayed alive, had skipped the organ transplantation waiting list.
Or, at least, that was what Jerry, the friend of a friend of Cousin Karl, had spread as a reason for this new calamity. Many wanted the Dead Ogre inn burned to the ground.
With the warrior inside.