Arianna glared at Lilith. Someone with reasonable logic was just too much for her to cope with at this time of day. Or any time of day, really. "Well, I suppose I could be gracious and offer such hopeful creatures as yourself assistance, on the belief that the goddess might smile down on us... And if it all goes wrong, I shall gloat at your funeral as the true heroes rescue us from this plague!"
There was a pause as she thought over her options, before finally coming to a conclusion. "Very well. It all started when some of the other miners returned to Duvik's Pass with blisters, sores, and a terrible thirst. They wouldn't stop drinking the wellwater, even when it made them sicker and sicker. Eventually, they passed. Not my Jacen, of course. He's far too strong for anything like a little disease to have caught up to him. Why, I'm sure he's up there right now, mining the silver for the true heroes when they arrive." Arianna sank into a reverie of her all-conquering husband. A close examination of which would notice her hips moving slightly and her lips parting.
There was a long and awkward pause before she came to herself again. "Since then, the disease has struck our crops and our livestock, and now it's hitting people in the town as well. With any luck, you'll all catch it yourselves and we won't have to pay you for your upcoming failures!" With that, she flounced off, clearly done talking to such pitiful adventurers as had presented themselves.
Mayor Cristofal stared at her back, watching her go with a strange expression. "Sometimes, I wish she'd been the first victim of the plague..." Facing the adventurers once more, he nodded at the road up to the mines. "There's really nothing else that we can tell you down here. Best bet now is to start exploring, see if anything can be found. Otherwise you'll just catch it yourself hanging around down here."