"An antidote? There are ways to cure a disease, or to stave it off long enough to fight it. However, this is a necromancer's dust. You can only fight it off with other magic. While I do not 'fear' this dust, it could very well kill me the same as any of you. Perhaps easier due to my weak physical body and the wounds which have never healed. However, my excitation is not fear. It is thrill, that I am setting upon one of my last tasks before becoming a priestess."
"Zigris, on the other hand, is another matter. He must avoid the dust like any other living creature. He likely hides himself from it."
"I must hurry. I have no idea how far Zigris has progressed, and I must make myself aware of the circumstances."