"Maybe I can help you guys! The one you call Mau- she is very sick. If I don't get back soon, I'm not sure what will happen, but she asked me to check on you. So I want to help- you seem important to her."
There are glances exchanged within the group. "You don't mean the Purple Plague, do you? Has she been coughing up purple, and losing her vision?" the red one asks.
"Yes, acually."
Some mycelium bow their heads, while others look to their leader. But he does not look dejected like they do.
"Then you must help us. The Scarlet Dragon holds the cure to her illness. We have a method of retrieving it from him while he sleeps, however..." He looks beyond you, towards the city.
"We cannot do so without repairing our city. If you help us, then perhaps we can help you."
You look upon the city, and then back at the group. They stare at you, wondering what you will do.
What will you do?