You search for clues in the darkest places ... seeking hints amongst the dead. Perhaps you both thought this was a good idea. But seeking for answers amongst the dead might prove to be a dangerous game. The plague spares no one, not a soul, not even this deer ... and as you stare at it, your head begins to ache. It is impossible to explain, but the searing pain increases the longer you stare at the carcass, forcing your eyes to divert away.
An kan drial...it whispers unceremoniously, perhaps sounding ... disappointed.
But there is something else ...
... the carcass.
It seems to wither and melt at your touch, dissolving to nothing but grime and sludge. The plague steadily melts the corpse at your feet, melting the flesh and leaving nothing but bone and antler in the wake of the disease.
Your headache is gone as soon as the sizzling stops.
A sense of animosity spreads, and you feel ... you deeply feel ... that you should leave this place.