"Oh, I know about frigid woe, and the disease’s terrible effects," replies Morgo.  She looks at all of you and shakes her head a little.  "If you'd like I can take you to Orvo now.  It's a little past midday, but I think he's likely in camp.  That, or give you directions and bid you all adieu."

"Best not to dawdle, I think. If you could take us, we'd appreciate it." Senine says, giving Morgo a nod in thanks.

Alminar gives his limbs a quick stretch and prepares to walk with Morgo and the group. 

"Alright folks, follow me," Morgo replies and begins to head through more tents.

Morgo approaches a small tent, a campfire burning in front with its flaps open.  She stops there and looks to you all. "I'm heading off myself for an expedition, along with many of those here.  I wish you all the very best though.  We all could've used that cure."  she looks out over the distance, before giving a friendly nod and heading off.

Looking around and seeing nobody else making a move, Senine shrugs, asking loudly "Hello, Orvo Mustave? Elro sent us, from Palebank. If you're here, we've come to ask your aid in an expedition we need to take into Eiselcross."

Thistle peeks her head into Orvo's tent. "Hello? I would knock but...there isn't exactly a door for us to knock on."

Alminar waits patiently for a reply, but decides not to chime in. Thistle and Senine have covered anything he would have said. 

As Thistle peers inside the tent, she sees a mountain-dwarf halfway through standing pause, and look at her.

"Well hello," he says.  "Who brought you by my tent, and just how many of you are there?" he says with reserved humor.

Thistle looks back behind her to count and pops her head back in. "There's five of us. Morgo showed us to your tent."

Orvo looks around a moment then waves a handle at Thistle.  "Please come in, all of you.  I think we can fit.  Share my fire and some tea, let's chat."

Senine waits for the rest of the group to enter before her, then follows, standing to the left of the entrance.

Seeing Senine wait to be last, Sanjay saunters in second-last. Sanjay nods to the mountain dwarf in hello as he enters the tent. 

"Oh, quite the variety," says Orvo looking you all over.  "Please, make yourselves comfortable." He passes small, steaming cups of tea to each of you, then pours one for himself and sits cross legged on his sleeping mat.  He smiles, and takes a healthy sip from his cup as you all situate yourselves.  Then he says "Alright, so what has brought you all here today?  Where are you from?"

Senine waves off the tea, letting Orvo settle himself before answering. "We were asked by Elro of Palebank to come here. We'd been helping him with a solution to an illness called the 'Frozen Woe'. Urgon was the first to be infected as best as we can tell, by something he brought back from an expedition." She makes a vague hand gesture toward Orvo. "Elro said that the two of you had worked together. We're hoping you might be able to lead us to where we can find the cure."

Orvo's face falls at Senine's words.  "Frozen Woe?  Dear me, that is incredibly awful news.  I didn't go on every expedition with Urgon, but if you know which item you think made him sick, I may know where it was found.  Did you see Urgon at all?  Does he have much time left?" he asks you with urgency, very concerned.

Senine frowns, shaking her head. "Fraid not. His funeral was a few days ago, and that was when Elro asked us to help in figuring this out." Her expression softened a bit, "Sorry if I worded that poorly, and," she cleared her throat a bit, "my condolences." She paused for a moment, clearly uncomfortable, but shook it off and continued. "The shopkeeper, Verla Pelc, is gone as well. Seems like it came from a blue vial that he found on a recent expedition. If you know where he went, we're hoping the cure might be there as well. There's a few other folk in Palebank that still have a chance."

Orvo stares at Senine, his eyes filling with tears.  His breath catches in his throat and a sob escapes him.  He steals himself a moment, closing his eyes and clearly trying to control his flood of emotion.  Shaking his head, you can hear him say low "My friend, my dear friend...  I'm so sorry."  Tears stream down his cheeks.  He stands and grabs a cloth nearby, wiping at his face.  His shoulders rise as he takes a deep breath, holding on to his nearby make-shift table.  A moment passes and he turns back to face you, eyes still shining.

"A blue vial, you said?  So it was actually blue powder..."  he ponders for a moment.

"Urgon and I found the blue vials in Salsvault, which is an Aeorian ruin partially submerged in water in a region of Foren.  I remember the ice being thin there. I suppose that's why they call it "Thin Sheets"... The ruin is well preserved, and I believe it's because the structure was reinforced with magic, just like many of Aeor’s buildings that housed any hazardous materials or secret projects, and it appeared to have been an Aeorian lab.  We found the ruin after following and Ice Mephit.  Those little creatures are drawn to magic.  We only explored three of its chambers though before we were chased out by animated suits of armor." says Orvo.  He dabs at his face again.

Thistle sniffs her tea and sips awkwardly at it, unsure of what to say to console Orvo while he cries. It makes her feel extremely uncomfortable, so she instead looks around the tent, looking everywhere except at Orvo. When he finally stops, she says, "Would you be able to give us directions to Salsvault? We're hoping we can find that cure in time so that we can save the other townsfolk that are similarly infected."

"And, any other information you can give us on the potential threats and ideas for avoiding them would be very helpful," Sanjay says, trying to be considerate of Orvo in light of the bad news that his friend is dead.

Orvo experiences a slight wave of hiccoughs while attempting to answer you all.

"Yes, *hiccup*, Salsvault is two *hiccup* hundred miles northwest of Syrinlya.  You may have *hiccup* to follow the Ice *hiccup* Meph*hiccup*its as well.  Excuse me," he gulps down the rest of his tea and takes several deep breaths.

Clearing his throat slightly, he continues.  "I know that the place has much magic there, so all I can tell you is to be careful friends.  You're heading into the wilds.  Urgon and I did not realize, obviously, what those vials contained, but I fear there are worse things waiting.  I sold my share of the treasures we found to the Buyer. Urgon decided to hang onto his share until he returned home.  The Buyer may also know more about it then I do, but that's all the information I have."

Eyeing you all again, he asks, "Would anyone like anything else to drink?  Such unfortunate news to bring such a long way."