You are infected. The thought goes round and round in your heads as you sit in the ruins of a burnt out building north of the river. You managed to save many lives by getting them across the bridges to the southern districts of Verum, but you could not manage to save yourselves. Hopelessness threatens to overwhelm you.

Looking down at the black spots forming on your arms, you know it is only a matter of time before the death bell tolls for you. Everywhere you look, you see what the plague can do to people. This part of the city is overflowing with infected souls and you have had to kill more than a few who drew too close. The sounds of people screaming in the distance tell you not everyone is faring so well.

As you stare into the smoldering remains of a seamstress' shop, you hear footsteps approaching. Taking a deep breath, you draw your weapons and ready yourselves for another attack by the infected. However, standing atop some old timbers, you find the Asset who journeyed with you to the Wychwood. As he stands alone, you find it difficult to focus your gaze upon him, as though your eyes refuse to obey.

You force yourself to make eye contact and ask him if he has come to finish the job the plague started. With a tilt of his head, the Asset smiles. "If I had, you would already be dead," he replies softly. "Besides, you are not allowed to die yet."

The man produces a curative jar from inside his dark cloak and passes it to you. It appears to be some kind of green elixir. He then hands you a sealed note. As you break the black wax seal, the Asset carefully watches you, waiting like a coiled snake, ready to strike.

The note reads: "Heroes of Verum, Heroes of Bastone. We know you have become afflicted. The Elixir will slow your demise and prevent you from spreading it to others. Do not squander it. It has been made from a substance which was taken from the Wychwood and no more can be produced. Imbibe the contents equally amongst yourselves and return to the line. You are needed."

There is no signature on the note, only the mark of the Raven. You know all too well, this is from the Watchers. With nothing to lose, you each take a dose of the green elixir.