"For every ten people in Lorderon, six have fevers that can't be controlled and are in screaming pain at all times. The best anyone can do is put them to sleep and keep them there."
Another shriek from inside.
This isn't happening, Melva thought. This is a dream. A horrible nightmare. I've fallen asleep against the wall in the church kitchen, I've slipped in the mud and knocked my head, I've had my mind stolen by murloc sorcerers, anything so long as this is not happening. Ealvin was still talking.
"-epidemic. People are evacuating as fast as they can get their oxen yoked and heading to Stormwind."
"The Stormwind priests won't let them in." He stopped.
"How did you know-"She laughed bitterly.
"Are you even listening to yourself? Lorderon is plague ridden! The citizens of Stormwind can't let them across the border until they know they aren't infected. Which means they will get infected, setting up shanty towns all along the roads and living off of what they can scavenge. If not with this strange new plague, then with one of the usual ones." She laughed again. "Those might be the lucky ones. If they recognise an ailment, the priests might let the person across to be treated."