"I have to refuse, George. I am old. I won't be alive for too long anymore. I have a few years max in me. You, on the other hand. You are healthy. You're still strong.
You can still fulfill your dream of making the Petrinium Steel."
As Finn was exposing his intentions, he coughed intensely. Blood came out of his mouth.
"Are you alright?" George patted Finn's back. He jerked backwards when he saw the blood in Finn's hand. "You… You're sick."
Finn shook his head. "Can't help it. I'm old."
"Is it the Gray Death?" George said with worries in his eyes.
"Not the Gray Death. I'm not that unlucky. But I do have the Rot."
"The Rot…" George lowered his head. His eyes looked at Finn with deep concern.
"Yeah. Yeah. I know. I should have told you sooner. But there is no cure. So there was no point in telling you anyway.
As you can see. I will die soon. So it doesn't matter."
"No! It matters. What if we can heal you?"
