Subject: Mad Cow Disease
Since we're still debating, I can't tell you much. I'll tell you some historic things about it, instead. The outbreak one generation ago was a biomagical weapon accident. Thus, it's something resulting from the actions of mortals. Back then, we didn't intervene.
All I can say is: listen to the elderly.
We arrive at the inn and check-in. I think I heard something about dinner being served soon. Instead of going to the hall, Matt immediately drags us into his room upstairs and locks the door. He places a crystal orb on the table and let's magic flow through it. After a few seconds, the face of Timon, Matt's father, appears in the orb.
“It must be urgent if you use the orb.”
“I have reason to believe there will be a Mad Cow Disease outbreak in Cogen soon.”
“On what basis is this?”
“According to the peddler I questioned, Cogen seems not to have used the vaccine we provide for several years. Animals and Monsters are leaving the area just like before the last outbreak.”
“Those are quite valid points. But if something of a big scale like you think will happen. Why haven't the gods sent us an oracle?”
“Pardon me interrupting,” I calmly start explaining. “According to the knowledge I received as the Keeper, the gods consider the Mad Cow Disease a mortal-made biomagical weapon. Thus, if it were to return, the gods are bound to neutrality and are not to act. With that being said, I believe the peddler we talked to has a point.”
“Did you receive an oracle?” Matt asks.
“How did you…? I'm supposed to say no, you know?!” I answer with noticeable bad acting.
Timon gasps, “I… I'll send troops under the guise of training.”
Timon's face fades and the crystal shatters.
“I was about to tell him the oracle only contained historic information,” I continue.
“I don't think that changes anything,” Matt answers.