[He glances around once as he's stepping out of the alleyway. That, plus one breath of the air, is all he needs.]

This village doesn't have a name. It's somewhere in the Middle East, though.

[And maybe she can hear it now: the almost complete lack of sound, beyond distant sobs, terrible coughing, fearful voices. There is, as well, the heavy stench of death and those who now stand closest to it.]

There's a plague going through this area. One of the Kindred passed through this area... Morbus. They carry disease within them.

[He can see the echoes of its presence in the shadows, in the eyes of the few people that are out on the streets. It is still around, feeding on the people.

He will deal with it later.]