All in all, a good day's work by Morrigan. It also shows that perhaps the Chantry is right in their dealings with the Circle of Magi. Having spent my life in Orzammar, I admit that I know little about mages other than the rumors. But having seen first hand how much damage even a little boy could wreak, I have to concede that some of those rumors may indeed be true.
Alas, it appears that the poison fueling Arl Eamon's sickness was not caused by the demon. Although Connor has fully recovered, Arl Eamon remains in a poor state. Jowan was helpful in providing us with the actual poison that he had been administering to the Arl. However, he didn't actually know what the poison was as he had been given it by an aide to Loghain. Considering that even Morrigans considerable skill with herbs was not able to help us in this instance, I have a suspicion that the poison involves magic of some kind.
Which left me in a dire predicament. The rumors regarding the health of my father have continued and I desperately want to return to Orzammar to ascertain the truth of these rumors myself. However, the Arl is close to death and if a cure is not found soon, he will be dead before the first of the winter storms arrive.
Rumors of King Endrins poor health continue
But how to cure the Arl? Bann Teagan remains convinced that the Urn of Sacred Ashes, said to contain the sacred ashes of the prophet Andraste, is the only way to save Eamon. It is said that even a pinch of the ashes can cure any sickness. Yeah.
I should have ignored these fools, who were so blinded by their belief in the "Maker" that they had already wasted so much of their time on such a fools errand. However, Alistair pleaded for us to at least talk to Brother Genitivi who was Fereldens foremost scholar on the Urn.
Even so, I would have ignored them if it hadn't been for Brother Genitivi residing in Denerim. Ser Gorim, my former man, had told me that he planned to travel to Denerim upon his own exile. The hope of meeting my loyal man, and having him fight by my side again, was enough to sway my decision. And so it was that we travelled to Denerim.
We find Gorim in the market district
We found him all right but he won't be able to join us in our fight against the Blight. Poor Gorim. On his way to Denerim, he had been attacked by bandits and, although he was able to fight them off, his leg was crippled in the process. He was a mighty warrior in his own right but now, he has been reduced to selling Dwarven wares in the marketplace. Still, can I say my own fate - to fight the darkspawn until the taint within me grows beyond my control - is any better?
Weylon answers our questions
What grates the most though is that even after all this, it looks like I still won't be able to return to Orzammar yet. We weren't able to find Brother Genitivi in Denerim. Instead, we found his assistant Weylon who readily answered our questions about where Brother Genitivi had traveled to in his search for the Urn.
Luckily for me, he made a slip of the tongue and when I pressured him on it, he attacked us! We dispatched the fool easily enough and found the body of the real Weylon in the back room. Even now, I can scarce believe it but it turns out that the real Weylon had been killed and an impostor put in his place to mislead people in their search for the Urn and the missing Brother Genitivi.
We found some indications that Brother Genitivi had actually gone to a small town called Haven, a remote village which wasn't even on any of our maps. Considering the lengths which these people had gone to keep others away from this town, I cannot help but wonder if there could be some truth in the rumor that the Urn of Sacred Ashes is real.
If this is indeed the only hope of saving Arl Eamon then I guess I have no choice but to investigate the village of Haven. I know not whether King Endrin is really sick. However, one thing is clear - without our aid, Arl Eamon will surely die.
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