BE7s Frozen Sick (IC)

Hulil listens to Torvil, offering a thankful nod when she hears that not all of her men are dead.  "Right ye are," she replies.  She fights off a shiver that seems to come from her very bones, pulling her furs tighter to her neck before continuing.  "Frigid Woe is what's fer killin' me tu death.  Heard o' it from them what's been tu Eiselcross.  How's that tight a$$ Pelc doin'?" she asks with an evil grin.  She succumbs to a fit of shivers, nodding to the elf to stoke the fire.  When she has it pulled back together she continues.  "We know'd o' the sellin' from Urgon tu dat crone Pelc.  Stealin' it was easy.  Sent some o' me boys tu search it one more time fer a cure.  Was hopin' fer a spot o' help from da Dragon Queen, but she ain't fer answerin' yet.  I'm fer suspectin' dat a pair o' blue vials is what dun it.  Pretty they were, but many tiny cracks were fer lettin' a blue powder out.  Sold 'em ta some fool named Irven Leil, a human seller o' odds 'n ends.  He was makin' fer Palebank.   Der, dat's what I'm fer knowin'.  Yer turn," she says, leaning in even closer to the inferno that is the "camp fire" in the center of the room.