"Sporadic, still," Rona reports. "Nothing like it is in the Gift. But that's surely more luck than blessing."
"I assume this is disrupting trade? Should we expect shortages?"
"Arm our border guards and alert our allies. I'm ready to fight to keep my people safe."
"What sort of panic? Do we have to defend our borders?
"Keep us informed. If this becomes an epidemic, we must empty [Your Holding]."
"We're already low on onions and turnips. Farmers can't get their crops to market." Groat says. "We must find a safe way to trade with our allies."
Ser Hugo gives a steely glare. "We must ensure no infected pass into our lands. And that our enemies do not take advantage of these hard times."
"Find a safe way for goods to get through. But block all trade from cities with plague."
"Our first patient died," Maester Lucas says later. "No more so far. But ours wasn't the only case in the [Your Holdings]. People are starting to panic."
"Do we know of the extent to which the disease has reached Westeros?"