It is a new moon tonight, and the council met in preparation for the druid Belak’s annual visit on the twentieth. Magda and I were included in the council meeting, and they have entrusted us with procuring the apple from Belak. It is a good deal of responsibility, especially this year given the unknown disease that slowly spreads among us. The council, and in fact the entire town, is putting a lot of hope in Belak’s visit and the promise of a cure with his red apple. I only hope it is not a shaky promise. Some of the older council members seemed nervous about Belak himself, but when I asked, none of them would elaborate further. Magda and I have one hundred gold that belonging to the town. I only hope we can get the apple for less than that.