Seated with the men in the village alehouse, which given the tragedy, was running dry on actual ale, Terrence heard a similar tale to the one Breanna had listened to.
"So all of you with magic hear the voices now, whether you use your power or not?"
Solemn nods all around and Terrence felt like echoing them. Even though he'd stayed away from the magic, the whispers had started again, and it worried him. Not that he'd admit that to Breanna of course - he did have his manhood and pride to uphold after all.
"What can we do to stop them?" asked the grizzled man named Alan who'd first spoken to them outside.
"Nothing. Until I locate the spell causing this, your best option is to leave Blacksmoke. It seems the further you are from the source, the less likely you are to be affected. Join your children or visit family - just get away from here."
"So whats'a causing dis? Have we gots a black wizard running amok after all this time?"