Pieter looked up from the house of cards he was building on the table and scowled at the wizard. "He's been sick for... what... twelve hours, and you're already burying him? He may be delirious, but he could still stand and talk a few minutes ago. I did what I could, and now we must wait and see. Don't start stories... They travel fast in this kind of place."
But if the innkeeper was truly dying, as Mr Waite feared, then everyone who ate the pies was likely doomed. The initiate preferred not to contemplate that possibility.
I still feel fine. Mr Waite and Illiiya look alright, too. Then again, we vomitted after we ate our pies...
He got up to see how Mr Hofstadter was doing. The house of cards collapsed again, but he barely noticed.