The dark skinned man listened as the blind man spoke to him. He thought about what the man was saying. He knew something about the concept. He looked to a far wall and started off for the bookcase.
"I'm not from around here, likely you've seen others from where I'm from...."
He continued to work more on the thought he had in mind. Running his finger over the spines of several books, we grabbed one small one. It was bound in dark leather, old pages cracked as he opened it. It was one of several mock copies created, most of which had been destroyed.
"It sounds like a chain curse. Usually put on a family line or a certain ground of people. They're known to last for eternity and are notoriously hard to break, and that's only if they do not have some kind of backlash upon breaking them. A kind of backup curse, causing death or mutilation."
He flipped through pages and dropped the book on the table.
"This won't be a simple fix. Strong magic and a lot of research. Hmm... Alright, fill me in a bit more. What's the succession you are entering into?"