"We've been to a village far to the southwest of here," you say. "Ammeldene. There is a sickness upon them—dark patches upon the skin, spreading along the arms and legs. I told them that we would try to help, but there is little that we can do. Perhaps you have heard of this disease?"
"I know of it," Lillian replies, after a moment's hesitation, "and I know of a cure. The cure, however, comes at a cost."
"I have gold," you say. "I'm sure I can pay whatever is required."
"No," she replies. "The cost is part of the spirit of the one who asks for the cure. Only through exacting such a price can balance be maintained."