A Rogue's Deal

Hey, mate! Do a favor for a young man who's been fighting more than his fair share of mindless zombies and spiders?

I got this here letter that needs to go to Brill... to an innkeeper named Renee something-or-other. Don't really matter none what her last name is.

Anyway, it's a nice cozy little place full of victims of the plague trying to make their way in the world. And it be a great spot for you to rest too if the need arises. You should check it out... you do and I'll pay you well.

Yes? Yes? What is it?

The forsaken; they certainly do have huge appetites. Make yourself at home... yes, rest those weary bones. My name's Renee if you need anything at all.

Oh? A letter? Wonderful news! I've been waiting on word from my dear old mother in Deathknell. Such a saint, she is. I wonder how she's holding up.

What? Too cheery? Not buying it, are you?

Well, get lost then... it's really no business who the letter's from anyway. Go on! Get lost!

Come back when you've got some coin to spend... loafer.

Next thing you know, you'll be coming back to rest after a long days adventure or some stupid thing like that.