BE7s Frozen Sick (IC)

“Yeah… several folk have already died with this disease.  We’ve been tracking it, wanted to warn you before that got out.  Have you seen any blue fluid, blue vials, some substance that felt unnaturally cold?  Believe you me, you do not want any part of this material, it’ll kill ya deader than dead.  Ask ole Urgon… oh, that’s right, because he’s dead!”  Torvil interjects and tries to add strength and warning to the cautionary tale that Kitsune is weaving.  

The men pale visably at Kitsune's description of the blue vials.  Irven reaches into a pack lying on the floor, producing a small, leather wrapped package, tied neatly with a blue ribbon.  He placed it on the table with a hand that shook slightly.  "We bought one blue glass vial from a dwarf we met along the road.  We have all handled it!" he says in a harsh whisper, his thin fist clenching with visible agitation.  

Another hand reaches over the table to cover that of Ivren.  Fenton calmed, quieted, and reassured his husband with a slight gesture and compassionate smile.  "The vial has remained sealed," he said softly.  "We assumed the strange blue glass vial may contain something valuable, indeed magical as it was cold to the touch.  We never considered that it could be dangerous.  Please, take it.  Perhaps it will be valuable in finding a cure."