[Aren't you just peaches and cream. The Brucolac looks tense and troubled about that offer for a moment; he prefers to pay, trusting transaction more than good will, but money is suddenly a very valuable resource. He can't afford to turn down the kindness of strangers.]

If you're sure.

It's a magical ailment. A woman of my acquaintance, she took a sorcerous fever two years ago, and it took her eyesight.

[There's a question embedded there: can you still help?]