Iveta and Joscelyn intend coming here to see you.
Lazarus the Leper:
Well, we wandering lepers are notoriously vague. Relics, we drift from shrine to shrine staying nowhere long. The fit takes us and the wind blows us away like dust. Tell them all is well with me... for with the dead, all is very well. Pray for me, brother... I shall come no more to Shrewsbury.