Good Ol' Scoundrel

Reports have been coming from nearby Kilmaulsias of a maddening disease among the native avians that spark within them an unquenchable bloodthirst. Victims of those who had went berserk have risen up to 65 but are drastically increasing as more Kilmaulsi are afflicted. A state of emergency has been announced and zones have been quarantined. The Commonality, a dire enemy of Avendahl and Corondex, has dispatched numerous teams of biologists and experts to help. Nothing has yielded results yet.
The opportunity to bring the Kilmaulsi to Vorzyd's independent stance and under the influence of Avendahl is evident.
A local Kilmaulsi working for Avendahl has learned of troubling, mysterious rumors regarding an old labyrinth of caves being suddenly used.
Within these caves Varric and Vitor find themselves.
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The sound of water dripping from the walls of the caves kept the two company throughout their investigation of the cavern maze. The strong flashlight engraved within his belt lit their path ahead that seemed to go for ages with no distinctive marks. It seemed as if they were going in circles."Concentrate, Varric. Concentrate to feel the Force."
If he did and was able to tap unto the flow of the ethereal, he would be taken aback by the malicious lingering aura around them.
This cave was not a simple cave and something told him it had everything to do with the mental disease outbreak on the planet.
"Do you feel it?"
[member="Edward Varric"]