You find yourself traveling again. The roads of Tamriel are always full of interesting opportunities. You see ruins, villages, statues, and so much more. Then the path gets slicker as you enter a swamp. The mud sucks your boots in. There's a flicker of relief as you spot a shack not far into the swamp. It's smiliar to the alchemist's house in Skyrim, but this one was much sicker. A whole ring of Namira's Rot grows around the house and the ground is full of slugs and pus filled plants. Opening the door, you spot an old woman laying in a bed. She looks very ill. No one would be able to tell this was just Namira in disguise. She didn't look far off from one of her beggar followers after all. She looks over at you, raising a weak hand.

Namira: "Child... come closer. My bones ache and my illness grows." She coughs, her sophisticated way of speaking temporarily gone with the act. She was desperate for a champion, and you'd do well enough.