(Pathfinder) The Curse of the Crimson Throne IC

[SanguinePenguin]

Atavian mutters, "diseased is probably right. There is blood in his spittle. Know him or not, don't get close. Let's move on."

After two short paces Atavian stops dead in his tracks, wide-eyed, before stammering, "oh Gods..." The words of the demon echo in his ears, ...you are already dead, all of you. Atavian says in a panic, "plague!" Realizing that he should probably lower his voice, he continues, "it's a plague. Ugh! That's what the demon meant. It makes sense. This man is clearly not well, but if his disease is infectious and lethal... Gods..." The halfling's mind wanders into the realm of catastrophe as images of a pestilence race behind his eyes.