"The whole village has been poisoned except you..." gasped Mentortothe Hiro to his son through stunted breaths. "You must.... save them... save the rest of your family before it is too late... save the village.... save the world before this spreads. Ask the herbalist of the Tincture of Titillation!"
"But Father!"" cried Jenerik, overwhelmed, "What has caused this plague? Is it the Gods, or-"
"No," cried Mentortothe. "We were poisoned! Poisoned by the evil arrrrrrgggggghhhhhh...." and he collapsed lifeless to the ground.
Jenerik burst into tears, but looked around and saw the pyres on which plague victims were being burned, and realized that he had to overcome his childish fear. "I must help my people!" he cried, clutching the sword that had once belonged to his great hero grandfather, Graet Hiro.
Jenerik entered the herbalist's shop and asked him of the tincture. But the herbalist, too, collapsed on his counter, gasping for breath.
"I do not have much time- listen closely, Hiro. The Tincture has 5 components: The Effervescent Elderberries, a solution of Wormroot, 3 Pinecones of Power from the Tree of Ancience, a drop of sap from a Whispering Willow, and- arrrrrgghhhh...." he too died before Jenerik's eyes.
"AND WHAT?" Shouted Jenerik, yet he calmed himself, reminded of the task he must do. "I will do what I can..."