In his weakened state, he makes his way to the only place that can help him now. Otineiros doesn't bother with caution at times such as these. His total focus is on the door to the Beacon, as he slowly advances towards it. After a few desperate knocks that go unanswered, he writes a note.

I don't know how long it has been since I've got this plague, but it matters little. If the cure has been found, I believe you would know about it.

Help me, and I will be sure to repay the Beacon in any way I can.

I am Otineiros. Find me in the Inn here in Lower.

Another letter is sent.

I was misinformed about the severity of this sickness. Someone that has said that they are affiliated with the Beacon has told me how to cure myself, though.

I stay true to my word, and am in your debt.

Otineiros.

9 Marpenoth, 151

Freeman Otineiros:

I'm relieved that you're recovering. Please come see me. We'll talk. I'm the Keeper of the Beacon.

- Blackhaw.

Miss Blackhaw,

I thank you for your concern, and I appreciate it.

Perhaps you remember me? I was the elf clad in dark clothing that listened to your most recent speech. Atleast I believe it was the most recent one. Fates seem to have me wander around town when the streets are empty, and hence I miss such interesting things more often than not.

It has not been long since I've arrived, and I've tried to make myself useful. Perhaps there are ways I can aid your organisation. As I've already mentioned, no payment would be required as I am in your debt.

Should the fates be kind and have me wander around Lower when you are at the Beacon, I'll be sure to stop by and explain why this disease had me worried.

- Otineiros.