Schtein raises his hand high in the air with a look of childish impatience and excitment. When the cult leader finally acknowledge the supposed Elder of the group with a pained look, Schtein began to speak in a rapid giddy tone "What are the effects of this marvelous plague and by any chance would I be able to subvert so that it causes it's victims to rise up from the dead and thus spread the disease further while we gain not only a dagger but another sword to slice open the tender throat of Talingarde??? Or maybe make them explode upon death that would be so delightful it would be like an orchestrial fireworks display! The joyful sound and suffering and fear that rises to climax in a spray of crimson!" Losing himself for a moment he looks around and coughs "Also... what other measures did this King take to prevent entry into this temple and what does the seal particularily ward against?