Greetings, Fisherman, apparently also known as Biscuit,

The Xorani got themselves cursed, hexed, you say? Well, I have some serious reading to do! But I don't believe, for a moment, that the healthy ones are healthy because they whisper sweet-nothings to sea snails. The couple Xorani I'm close to, they're not that great at whispering sweet-nothings. Not like I know what kind of sweet-nothings sea snails like.

A net for segregating Xorani from each other? No, no, no. It would make some sort of sense if we didn't have a cure for this illness. But WE do. We might not know much about burdock roots, but we know it keeps the illness away and grants some sort of immunity, if at least for a while. And you're proposing we ignore its existence and forget about it and, even worse, leave the ill to their own devices?

That's cruel. I can't believe anyone is willing to see people suffer because of some theory, conspiracy or intuition!

Even if it's true Xorani got themselves cursed, it's not fair to expect all the race to pay for whatever a few did hundreds of years ago. Especially when we can heal them!

While I catch up on my studies, I have taken it upon myself to spread burdock across Jaru. It's in their gardens, the chapel, and in some cases, hidden. If you live there, please feel free to eat one, and share it with your loved ones. It isn't tasty, but there's no proof it is bad for us.

Hoping to hear from you again,
- "Miss" D'Arcangeli-Malicieux Si'Talvace.

PS: Both the grey faced and loved ones alike have told me to stop fretting about this. To let it go.

I won't.

Penned by my hand on the 24th of Ero, in the year 935 AF.