Can you tell me where we're headin', Lincoln county road or armageddon

Álarr smelt terrible, not necessarily from the mushrooms growing on his cranium and along his horns but from the garlic decoction he was using to treat his affliction. Attempting to physically remove them only resulted in terrible pain and didn't seem to affect the fungus at all and so it was back to some old remedies. Garlic had powerful anti-fungal properties that he hoped to harness. Dipping some sphargham moss in the cooled decoction Brynhildr assisted with the treatment. While she did that he tended to his comfrey tea, It was almost cool enough to drink. He turned his head as a brutal wet cough wracked his body. As soon as the spell passed he dipped his head and drank of the warm liquid, hoping he could make some head way against this mysterious illness.