The itching was just starting to lessen - it wasn't as much of a relief as it might've been, since the boils themselves had already broken out, to much wincing on Tybalt's part - when some of the group decided to question the direction again.

Tyb made a face. The last thing he wanted to do was have to walk right back into the thick of the itching boil air again, but chivalry, apparently lurking somewhere in the back of his head, told him that they probably shouldn't let the debutante wander off alone. If she went back that way, who was to say she wouldn't pass out from more discomforting - or more painful - plague effects?

"I don't know," he said dubiously, scratching his head. "Did anyone see anything that way that looked at all out of the ordinary?" He asked, and then gave a lopsided grin. "Besides the boil breakouts." Dovecote had, thus far, looked entirely ordinary to him.

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