If the letter says what you claim, that the one you're looking for is aged and in poor health, I believe I saved his life. A pilgrim stumbled up to this gourd harp a couple of days ago. He was delirious, exhausted, and muttering to himself. I helped him up the steps of Almas Thirr and handed him off to a priest at the Infirmary of St Meris. I didn't catch his name, as his speech was unintelligible, but he may be the one the letter is addressed to.

I have been in deep prayer off and on for several days. I am pacing myself on this journey. If I crossed paths with the one you are looking for, they passed by me unnoticed.

I've met many other pilgrims in my travels. It's fascinating how quickly two people can forge a bond when they share a common purpose. Forgive my digression. No -- I don't know anyone who goes by that name. You'll be delivering the letter yourself? Seems he's in a bit of a sorry state. You shouldn't have much trouble catching up to the old pilgrim. The path north will bring you to a small fishing village. Then you'll want to head east, to the city of Almas Thirr. He may have taken a brief respite there.

Where'd you find this? Nevermind. I don't care to know. I suppose if you intend to deliver it, talk to a pilgrim here in town.

Sadryn... Nope. Not a name I've heard around here. Do you mean to deliver the message? I'd certainly be upset if a letter of mine never arrived. If this gentleman was a pilgrim like you say, then he no doubt passed through Hlan Oek. You should probably talk with the other pilgrims in town. Maybe someone ran into this old Dunmer on Veloth's Path.

Disease spreads quickly among the ill and fatigued. It was noble of you to read the letter at a dying man's bedside. Whenever you feel indisposed, come see me.

I will see that he gets this. As for a courier fee, unfortunately I cannot offer anything of monetary value. Take these. Hopefully they will assist you in your travels.

If you insist. However, please be courteous while in the Infirmary of St Meris. I'll be here if you need anything.

A pilgrim was brought to me several days ago. In poor condition, to put it mildly. I suspect he is called Sadryn. He has muttered that name, among others. I'll be sure he receives the letter, and I shall personally read it to him.

If you are delivering this letter, it can mean only one thing. Which was it? Saveri? Saveri... Saveri... I knew she'd be the one. I... I cannot picture her face. And Riina. I loved her, didn't I? Oh how I loved her. Leave me, traveler. Leave me. The names are fading and I don't want to forget them. Take the amulet. It is useless to me. The gold, too. Now go... Sanas. Faves. Lleris. Saveri. Riina. Riina. Saveri. Lleris. Faves --

Please... There is no need to continue. Leave it with me.

Riina. I... I loved her. But not as a father loves his daughter. Saveri, Sodra -- my beautiful girls. And you... Are you a trickster, a brigand? No. More sinister. I've seen you. You were there, watching from high above as I crossed the border into Resdayn. And now here you are. You chased down an old man and waited until he was too weak to go on. You won't take our amulet! You'll have to --

Sodra? No. Of course it is you. My darling Saveri. Like so many others I thought I'd forgotton your face. Why did you come all this way? Nevermind the letter. Your mother always said more than she needed to. Oh, it is so good to see you. Be quick and grab your things, we must --

Saveri, Sodra -- my beautiful girls. And you... you are neither. Are you a trickster, a brigand? No. More sinister. I've seen you. You were there, watching from high above as I crossed the border into Resdayn. And now here you are. You chased down an old man and waited until he was too weak to go on. You won't take our amulet! You'll have to --

Riina. Saveri. Lleris. Faves. Sodra.

Sodra. Faves. Lleris. Saveri. Riina.

Don't know anyone by that name. Hungry and weary travelers will head to the tavern. If you suspect this pilgrim might be injured, go see the priest at the Infirmary of St Meris.

As you can see, we treat many travelers here at the Infirmary of St Meris. Taris Varam, the head priest, will know if this Sadryn Seles is in our care.

Don't know anyone by that name. Hungry and weary travelers will head to the tavern. If you suspect this pilgrim might be injured, go see the priest at the Infirmary of St Meris.

Most pilgrims stop for a drink at the Thirsty Saint Cornerclub. But from the sound of it, this old Dunmer needed help. It might be wise to check in with the priests at the Infirmary of St Meris.

The sooner you pilgrims move along the better. Almas Thirr is just up the road. Go get yourself a drink at the tavern or have a priest at the infirmary take a look at you.

Sabryn, you say? How could I forget. Lost him out on the lake a number of years ago. A terrible tragedy. His family moved on, so you'll have a bit of trouble delivering that letter. But good luck to you!

If it's a pilgrim you seek, you'll want to visit Almas Thirr. Keep heading east. Check the tavern and if you've no luck there, the priests at the infirmary are always patching up weary travelers.