Aims for the dialogue:
- To find out if the PC is sympathetic and helpful

3 main dialogue paths;
sympathetic, toughen up/tough love and annoyance


Illyria:
Ah...ah...achoo!

Illyria: Ugh, how I hate colds... it is truly the bane of human existance. I pity humans who have to suffer through the full effects of a cold...

PC:
1: (not elven) Yes, well, not all of us have the benefit of having non-human blood in us, Illyria. (to A)
2: (not elven) Having a cold isn't exactly the most wonderful thing that can happen to a person, no... elves are lucky that they can't catch such things. (to B)
3: Wah wah, I'm sick, blah blah. Can't you just suffer in silence like a *normal* person? (to C)
4: Illyria, I'm sorry, but you'll just have to deal with it. Everybody catches colds; its a normal part of life. It makes you stronger; the more colds you catch, the less likely you are to catch more.  (to E)
4: (if cleric or have potion of healing) Oh, you poor thing... perhaps I can help you with that. (to D)
5: Can't you just heal yourself? (to Heal_yourself)
3: Shut up already. I don't want to listen to you complain. (to ShutUp)

Illyria:
A: I apologise, <CHARNAME>, it is just that colds are so debilitating... I cannot even think properly. (sigh) (to A2)
A2: Could we perhaps take a break from walking soon? I am... not exactly feeling at my best... (to PC:A)
B: Indeed they are... (Sniff) Colds are so debilitating, I cannot even think properly. (to A2)
C: Excuse me for existing then, <CHARNAME> - I would be happy to 'suffer in silence', as you so eloquently put it, if only I could! (to PC:B)
D: I am not some lost puppy in need of comfort, but I thank you all the same, <CHARNAME>... (to D2)
D2: (She laughs slightly.) Unfortunately, it seems that a simple potion or healing spell will not cure the common cold. How incredibly typical. Thankyou for trying, though- I do feel better. (to PC:C)
E: I suppose. That does not stop it from being as aggravating as it is. (to PC:D)
Heal_Yourself: I cannot seem to gather the power to heal myself, <CHARNAME>, though I suspect I could heal others... or perhaps the cold is incurable through magic, I do not know. (to PC:HealYourself)
ShutUp: If that is what you wish. I will not forget this, <CHARNAME>. (end)

PC:A
1: (if cleric or has potion of healing) I'll stop as soon as we can, Illyria... in the meantime, perhaps this will help. (to D)
2: Illyria, I'm really very busy right now... you'll just have to manage for the time being. (to F)
3: Deal with it, Illyria! Stop pestering me. We all get colds! (to F)
4: Go. Away. I'm not in a terribly good mood right now, Illyria, and you're making it worse. If you don't leave within the next 5 seconds, I may be forced to take drastic measures. (Glower at her) (to G)

PC:B
1: Sure you can. Just shut up and deal with it. (to H)
2: Look, I'm sorry, okay? I'm just not in the best of moods...you'll just have to manage for the time being. (to F)
3: Perhaps we should muzzle you, then. Do you think that would be a good idea?! (to I)

PC:C
1: Heh, very typical... magic can do such great things, like hold flying cities aloft and raise the dead... yet it cannot cure the simple cold. Ah well... it was worth a try. (to J)
2: No problem, Illyria - any time at all.  (to K)
3: Next time, deal with it yourself. (end)

PC:D
1:Of course... but still, it is a fact of life that colds are untreatable and horrible. Complaining doesn't help anything. (to L)
2: (if in party) Ask Aerie to heal you. I'm sure she'd be more than happy to. (to M)
3: (if in party) Why not ask Viconia to heal you... she might even do it. (to N)
4: (if in party) I'm sure Anomen wouldn't mind healing you, go pester him. (to O)
5: (if in party) Perhaps Jaheira can heal you. Go ask her. (to P)
6: (if in party) Cernd, is there anything you can do for Illyria? She seems to have a cold... (to Q)
6: Look, Lyr; be quiet. Please. I have a headache which is threatening to split my head at the seams; can't this wait? (to R)

PC:HealYourself
1: What do you mean, you can't gather the power? Illyria, you're a cleric - don't be stupid. (to HY1)
2: Pah, fine then. Come here, I'll heal you; if only to stop you whining. (to HY2)
3: That makes sense. If you can't heal yourself, then I don't see why anybody else could. (to HY3)
4: Well, perhaps we should ask someone else to heal you... (to U)
5: Perhaps your pathetic Goddess isn't strong enough to heal you, Illyria... maybe you should think about turning to another career... maybe prostitution, since it will teach you that if you complain you won't get any clients. (Smirk) (to I)

Illyria:
F: I am sorry to have interrupted, <CHARNAME>. I am sure I will be in better health soon... I hope. It is just so aggravating-  I am finding it hard to keep my thoughts straight. (to PC:D)
G: Drastic measures I am sure I could defend myself from, <CHARNAME> - I will survive... it *is* only a cold, however aggravating it might be. (end)
H: I tire of this conversation, <CHARNAME>; your jibes are meaningless. I am sure I will be in better health soon. (end)
I: <CHARNAME>, do not be so vulgar. To use a human expression; 'grow up'. (to PC:E)

J: Indeed... we can but hope that one day some brilliant mage alchemist will invent the cure for the cold, but until then it seems we must all suffer... (to PC:F)
K: I hope I have not caused you to contract a cold yourself, <CHARNAME> - though it would be a rather ironic twist of fate were that the case. (to PC:G)

L: Of course not, but it does get one a modicum of attention and an insight into the character of a person... ah well.  I shall just have to deal with it, as you have said... though I hope it does not go on for much longer, I am not sure how long I could stand this horrible affliction. (to PC:F)
R: I am sure I will manage, <CHARNAME> - I apologise, I did not mean to exacerbate your own pain. (to PC:H)

HY1: I know it sounds implausible, but I cannot seem to heal myself. (to HY3)
HY2: Thankyou, <CHARNAME. (to A2)
HY3: It is, perhaps, somewhat ironic that magic cannot seem to heal the common cold, when it can accomplish such wonders. (if Jaheira in party, go to P, otherwise go to K)

M (Aerie): Anything I can do to help, Illyria... I've never really had a cold before, but it sounds like it must be horrible. 
   Illyria: Thank you, Aerie - I would appreciate it. (Aerie casts 'cure light wounds' on Illyria
   Illyria: Heh... Unfortunately, it seems that a simple healing spell will not cure the common cold. How incredibly typical. Thankyou for trying, though, Aerie- I, I do feel better. 
   Aerie: N-no problem at all, Illyria - I'm sorry it didn't work... maybe my magic is just not powerful enough. (Sigh)
   Illyria: Somehow, I doubt that is the case. (She smiles at Aerie.) (END)

N (Viconia): 

O (Anomen):

P (Jaheira): Child, you act as though you have never had a cold before. It is no great thing to suffer through; it is positively mild in comparison to most human sicknesses. Consider yourself lucky you did not contract some other affliction.
   Illyria: Jaheira, I have never truly been this sick before... there was nothing to become sick with on Evermeet, and through my years of travelling my elven blood has resisted most things.
   Jaheira: A cold is nothing to complain about, Illyria. It will eventually pass- unfortunately, the common cold is one of the few things which cannot be cured by magical means, it must happen naturally. There are several herbs which I can give you to speed the recovery process, but until then you will simply have to wait it out. 
   Illyria: I would appreciate that, Jaheira. Thankyou. (END)

Q (Cernd): Unfortunately, the cold cannot be cured by magical means... it is one of the most versatile sicknesses. The common cold can survive through almost anything, clinging to the victim like a tree to the earth. Often, it will take weeks for a person to fully recover from a bad cold.
   Illyria: (Illyria makes a strangled, somewhat unintelligible sound, which you rapidly decipher.) Weeks?
   Cernd: Luckily, your elven blood will take care of the most aggravating symptoms, and I know of several common herbs which will speed up the recovery process... they will take some time to locate and gather, though, so you'll have to wait out it for a while.
   Illyria: Thankyou, Cernd; having a Druid in the party has more benefits than one would first think, it seems.
   Cernd: Any time I can help, Illyria. (Cernd flashes a rare smile at her.) (END)


PC:E
1: But it's far too much fun teasing you, Illyria, I could hardly leave you without a jibe or two! (to S)
2: I apologise, Illyria, that was completely inappropriate... perhaps someone else can help you with your cold- it's just that I have the *worst* headache... (to R)
3: Hah, so now you can't even take the heat. Life isn't happy, Illyria, it is filled with pain and anguish. It's about time you learnt that. (to T)

PC:F
1: A cold is something to be suffered through, Illyria. You would do well to learn a lesson, here... if we did not have the bad parts of live, we wouldn't know which parts were good. Remember that. (end)
2: A cold is not some horrible affliction; it just something you have to deal with. Get over it. (end)
3: Hah, don't be so naive. Such foolish notions are for children... and the dead. Life isn't happy, Illyria, it is filled with pain and anguish. It's about time you learnt that. (to T)

PC:G
1: Indeed it would... I certainly hope I don't catch it, it wouldn't be exactly seemingly for a Bhaalspawn to come down with a common cold. For your sake... if not mine, I hope I do not. (end)
2: I've suffered through worse things than colds, Illyria, it wouldn't really affect me. Come on, lets get going... we have work to do. (end)
3: (if elven) Illyria, I am an *elf*. I don't get colds, or human diseases, remember? I can't help but feel sorry for you, though... perhaps you should see if there is someone else who could help you. (to U)
4: Eek! Getawayfrommegetawaygetaway! I don't want to catch a COLD! Eugh! I'll be over here... waaay over here, which is far away from you and your cold. (Shudder) (end)

PC:H
1: It's alright; just leave me alone... I'll suffer in silence, thanks. Lots of silence, blissful, quiet, *silent* silence. (end)
2: I'm sure someone else can heal you or... something... (end)
3: I'm just joking around, Lyr... I just don't know how to help you. You'll just have to weather it, I think.
4: Pain is something we just have to deal with. Life isn't happy, Illyria, it is filled with pain and anguish. It's about time you learnt that. (to T)

Illyria:
S: You could at least have a modicum of sympathy for the ill, <CHARNAME>- we have no way in which to defend ourselves from such attacks. I think I will simply have to wait this cold out, as much as the thought frustrates me, if there is truly no way around it. Ah, the joys of humanity... sickness, greed... though I suppose the latter is not limited to humans, unfortunately. (end)
T: Those are the words of one who has lost hope. It is *not*. (to PC:I)
U: Perhaps... I will have to ask. Who do you suggest? (to PC:J)

PC:I
1: If you truly believe that, Illyria, then you will be bitterly disappointed later down the road. (end)
2: Illyria, sometimes it is best to give in. Life has a way of winning; we can't help it, and may as well give up fighting against it. Sometimes the best course of action is just to accept and move on. Think about it. (end)
3: Then you are doomed. (end)
4: Whatever, Illyria. You'll come around eventually. (end)

PC:J
1: (if in party) Ask Aerie to heal you. I'm sure she'd be more than happy to. (to M)
2: (if in party) Why not ask Viconia to heal you... she might even do it. (to N)
3: (if in party) I'm sure Anomen wouldn't mind healing you, go pester him. (to O)
4: (if in party) Perhaps Jaheira can heal you. Go ask her. (to P)
5: (if in party) Cernd, is there anything you can do for Illyria? She seems to have a cold... (to Q)
6: I can't really think of anyone... you'll just have to deal with it for the time being, I think.
7: (if cleric/has potion of healing) I could heal you; wait a moment... have to move a little slowly or my head hurts... auugh... here we are. Alright. (cast spell) (to D)