An Official Letter

[SallowHeart]

Rumors spread throughout Sundren that an official letter was found in some mundane correspondence in a box atop Marcus Vae's desk. The letter was embossed with the Temple of Helms sigil and the letter addressed the plague. The most interesting item in the letter was a list of prominent Sundren individuals that were slated to receive the plague cure from the Temple.

A well known scribe, who did not want to be identified because of the inflamatory nature of the document, indicated that the sigil on the letter was indeed that of the Temple of Helm.

[Leaving Hope]

* City officials ademently deny any such letter or cure exists, and implore the public to be wary of such false claims. They go on to caution citizens that any proclaiming to sell a cure are con men, or worse, and that consuming an unverified elixir could be extremely dangerous.

A reward of 1,000 gold pieces is offered to any citizen who turns in a merchant selling a false "cure," and offenders are told they will be fined 5,000 gold pieces per offense and spend a week in jail.

Additionally, they make note that the cure numbers are decreasing due to containment protocols, and applaud the Triumvirate, Church of Helm, and other local organizations for their teamwork and help during the matter. *

[Machiavelli]

This does not stop people from buying supposed 'cures' being sold on the streets however, and certain individuals of questionable moral character seem to be selling a fair quantity of such things.

[Landaren]

supposedely two corpses were found in a back ally... Someone said they had seen them selling 'Cures' the night before.

[Maleth Norrum]

Maleth crouches in the shadows patiently observing the charlatans and con-artists selling their supposed cure to the beleaguered citizens of the city. The victims of the plague were a wretched lot, their skins blotched and festering with boils.

They handed over their coin willingly...almost longingly to the men, desperate to grasp any hope of a cure to ease their suffering.

There was money to be made by participating in such a charade, but the faces of the men would be remembered by those citizens who survived the plague, far too dangerous a chance to take for the perceptive rogue.

Turning away, he kept himself close to the alley walls concealed in the shadows. There were more lucrative means to earn coin available...his personal talents guaranteed as much.