Bite of That Which Isn't There
Second Day Dekokoro (Festival of the Chained Wyrms) 1348 A. L. (After Landfall)
There is something a touch unsettling about passing notes to one another behind closed and bolted doors, as though you were monks in a scriptorum with a particularly strict abbot, but it goes easily enough. You write in Sicilian, near as you can fathom the tongue, though from Antonio's mirthful look your spelling is not the best, the captain and the scholar use Greek ad then the latter translates to Anwari for Inge and Esha... who have for some reason been starring at the walls for a while now. You glace at the sorceress curiously... and she grasps your hand.
It is as though the world tips to the side, colors flowing like oils on wet canvas yet painfully clear, the sound of her voice is like a roaring in your ear yet clear in every meaning beyond what words can tell. 'You cannot see that which is unseen with witch sight, but magic has its own mark and color on the world and the spell itself that you can see.'
A pause though, though if it lasted a moment or an age you could not say, then a sheepish non-whisper: 'I wanted to see if I could do it'
Zaia gives you a worried look, Antonio a knowing one, you shake your head to both and the offer a nod to the lady. That... she had certainly done something, you are not sure how to feel about it and in the end you decide to put the matter off until this king of rats is dealt with.
As plans go this one is simple enough, have Zaia visibly pour most of his healing potion into a smaller drinking skin and place that inside a large pot taken from the Fortune which is set on deck. 'So that we can guard it close and by it be guarded when the next attack comes', Antonio proclaims aloud for any spying ears to hear, taking care to say so in the local tongue as well as those of home, in case whatever magic allows the wretched thing to understand other tongues is as limited as Esha's gift.
And then you set to waiting, with an eye to the bait. Even Silver had come out on deck to look at the thing, reasoning that his keep ears might catch the thing before the rest of you. You had been tempted to ask Inge and Esha to keep close watch with witch sight, but in the end discarded the notion. With the way their eyes flash and flicker with strange lights the skulking thing would surely mark their purpose and stay well clear of the deck. Even Ripper, knowing without words that there was some new peril on the ship had taken to circling close to the Marcella.
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Third Day of Dekokoro (Festival of the Chained Wyrms) 1348 A. L. (After Landfall)
The next day dawns just as bright as the one before, but you struggle to leave your bed having taken to keeping watch deep into the night, then when you grasp the side of the bed you feel pain shooting up your arm, fingers swollen and clumsy. It does not take more than a moment looking into the light to realize what had happened. the bloody rat bites had soured, even if they weren't real rats they had real sickness just the same.
Roland has contracted Filth Fever: Take 3 Dexterity and 1 Constitution Damage
What do you do?
[] Continue guarding the trap, you have to deal with this thing sooner rather than later and the last thing you can afford it to have both you and the doctor away from the others for most of the day
[] Stay in bed under Zaia's care, you won't do anyone any good if you are too sick to fight
OOC: That first line about the monks is not something I researched because it is meant to be Roland's inexpert opinion, that a strict abbot might force the monks to write in silence, it feels like a rumor that could exist. I do not want the reader to feel like the PoV character has an internet connection. Here's the roll to get an infection from the summons BTW, you were not likely to but you rolled low and then you rolled 3 days of incubation. Not yet edited. 
