We didn’t have to because the plague never moved north of there.” “Because he stopped it,” Janison said. “I did not!” Merton snapped. “Novron did.” “But he sent you there, didn’t he? Didn’t he?” Merton sighed. “I only did what the lord asked of me.” Janison looked at Arista. “You see? How can I hope to compete with a man whom god himself has chosen to hold daily conversations with?” “You actually heard the voice of Novron telling you to go save the people of Fallen Mire?” “He directed my footsteps.”
Esra or Heir or somebody is the dad. [Later comment: I can't believe the people that come back later. Merton the Murderer. But also... who IS he talking to, and why him? And how did he heal the sick of this plague? Weird. Sullivan is happy to not explain things.]
