The situation may not be as poor as the old man previously perceived. He takes a chance with her words. If she's honest, then I guess I should receive her help. He pulls his hand to the back of his neck, sure enough, there's a scaly patch on his skin.

"So, you are right," he sighs. "I didn't expect this to happen. Then again, I did hear word of this disease briefly by text the other day. I shouldn't have been over confident."

He crosses his arms. With a cheeky smile, the old man regards the stranger with interest.

"And, who should I thank for their services?"

The lack of a proper introduction has made the old man skeptical. After all, he doesn't know many folk in Trench yet. Especially those who can just cure ailments.