When the two returned again, Geralt abruptly raised his hand to stop them from coming too close and pulled Ciri behind him, keeping a distance from them.
"Did you touch anything in the yard? Anything at all?"
Geralt asked cautiously.
Demon Hunters were immune to diseases, but Dandelion and Ciri were just ordinary people. The plague was as deadly to them as swords.
"No, no, that dog wouldn't let us near..."
Dandelion felt his tongue tie up with nervousness.
"You should be grateful to that mongrel dog, if for nothing else than Ged." Geralt looked up at the sky, "May the gods grant it a long life, with a pile of bones as high as the Amel Mountains. That girl, the one who came out of the house, does she have blisters?"
"No, she's very healthy. It's her relatives who are infected, all in another wooden hut. She also said that many people have already died. Oh my god... Geralt, the wind is blowing our way!"
"Nothing to fear." Geralt waved it off.
