"My lord." Van Bark-well replied, "His grace from the Red magic tower has arrived."
Owner of the red magic tower, Hans Vienna. An infamous drunk who actually can perform the myth and infamous Level 13 magic casting when he isn't being a rather slutty man honey pot and drunk on cheap booze of course.
"Your grace." Lord Bark-Well greeted, "Have you found the curse?"
"I've found it, and honestly—there's no way to cure it without needing blood. Blood of the one whom your children and wife wronged. The dead son of the Eldest brother of yours, Lord Bark-Well." Hans Vienna explained, "Your children offended a powerful witch before she died, bonding the curse within the bloodline, so when your grandchildren are born, they shall suffer the same fate as the ones before."
"What? That child passed away years ago, from a horrible illness. My wife said so herself." Lord Bark-Well remarked.
"Dead, hardly more like he's alive. Seems your wife and children deemed him a cursed being and tried to bury him alive. His highness Prince Khan saved him." Hans Vienna spoke, "Lord Bark-Well, did you not even investigate such a simple thing? No wonder such a thing was blown out of proportion."
"So your grace, it seems like my family bloodline is doomed. Doomed indeed." Lord Bark-Well muttered, "There's no hope, I'm going to die without any possible bloodline counting onwards."
"Well, there is some way around it." Hans Vienna mentioned, "A temporary solution, you could feed your children immortal bird heart and suppress the curse long enough for a child to be born without the curse enacted. But to find such a rare object could take decades maybe even centuries."
"I see." Lord Bark-Well replied, "Your grace, thank you for your aid today, I'll be paying as per normal."
"Pleasure as always." Hans Vienna spoke, "Good day then."