Once a year, Gomba the Great emerges from his palace in Downwind to grant healing to one person from amongst the throngs of sick and dying outside his walls. This year, he chose a new arrival, ignoring the desperate cries of those who have waited for months or even years. Now the passed-over masses face fresh horrors. Figures with bags on their heads and mirror-shards for eyes snatch folk from their tents. A new sickness spreads through the camp, leaving its victims trembling and unable to stand. What fresh hell has come to Downwind? Why does the despot ignore their plight? Drawn into the turmoil, will the characters champion the forsaken and root out the darkness at Downwind’s heart?