Role

Chapter 3

He couldn't remember how many times he'd walked down the main
road of Galadon, from the west to the east, and back again, each
time he neared the west gate, his stomach would turn. Bile would
rise in his mouth. It wasn't until he tried to step foot in the
Apothecary that he realized it was the stench of the magic used
by those vendors and from the Invokers guild that had him so
sick.

He started to pay attention, walking down to the south gate, just
before he got there... Yep for certain, he was about ready to lose
his breakfast. It got so sensitive, he could tell when one of the
guildmembers was walking down the road, even if they had cloaked
themselves in their magic. Once he even lost his lunch so bad
that he splattered steak, potatoes and ale all over the gnome
as he had exited the shapeshifters guild.

The sickess perplexed Nossos. It took him months to start to
realize that it might not be something wrong with him, but
perhaps it was an inkling to a taint. Something that was making
him sick, might just be making the new world he was in sick.