~It's a dark, stormy night in TrollsBane. Most people are sleeping, yet a flickering light can be seen at the Fluffy Sheep Tavern.~
Chester is sitting near the Fireplace, sipping on a mug of Dwarven Beer. His hair looks messy, his clothes are stained with dirt and straw, and he trembles as he looks into the flames of the fire.
You enter the Tavern and see him sitting there, sipping his mug. Walking up to him, he notices you and says "Hello there".
"Hello Chester. What's the matter?" you say.
"Oh....well.....my mule, Dragonbait is sick!" he says.
"Oh, I'm sorry. Anything I can do?" you say.
"I just wish I knew what is wrong with him. I was working at Goldburg Castle, baking some bread, fed a loaf to him and he just 'fell' over!"
"I been feeding Dragonbait all sorts of food and Beer cause lately, water and Grain just havn't been working! I love that damn, stupid Mule y'know."
"I just thought Dragonbait was getting lazy and spoiled cause I haven't been working as much, staying near the castle. So he's been sitting around a lot. Could be why he's gained a little weight, hehe."
"But, now I fear he's come down with a sickness!"
"I tried to get him up, but Dragonbait won't move, just lays there getting sicker!"
"What's wrong with him???"
Chester sighs and look into the fire, sipping some beer with a trembling hand.
((Any ideas what's wrong?
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