On her way out that morning, she finds that the blob seems to have vanished. She left it behind when going out in disguise, of course, but now she can't find it anywhere. Hopefully she can get it back tomorrow? If it was just there to help her do this... maybe it must be so, but she would be sad.

She spends the day carrying letters, running errands, and doing much the same sort of job she just hired someone else to do. She probably doesn't carry any letters as explosive as that one! But then, if she was carrying something like that, she wouldn't know any more than he did.

KORVOSAN CARRIER
TOILDAY, SARENITH 2nd, 4708

HIS MAJESTY CANCELS APPEARANCE AT ARKONA GALA, RUMORED DIVISION WITHIN PEERAGE REVIEW

They were getting along so well, at least as far as the public knew. But now all is in doubt. Is His Majesty hiding some dreadful scandal? Is House Arkona? Those of Old Korvosa that care about such things are displeased with the return of such open feuding. Why did the King spurn them so abruptly?

The crew returns from the shipwreck. There were no survivors, but they managed to recover valuable trade goods. Something brews in the sewers of Old Korvosa, and the papers print vague warnings.

The newspapers on this day were different in Tencednil's vision.

Good. They listened. That means she is now a suspect in whatever was going on, and she needs to be not here. 

When she woke up this morning and flicked at her shadow hopefully, the blob floated out like it had never been gone. It was the one which wrote everything from the mystery diviner, so it definitely needs to be gone, at least for the next week. When she sees the reaction in the newspaper headline, though, before telling it to go away, vanish, disappear as soon as possible, she sees it pointing to something else in the paper.

...the sewers? What about them? The rat swarm wasn't a real threat to anyone but her... Wait. The otyugh that killed her in the vision. She's heard stories from her mother of the World Beneath, and she spoke of otyughs as disgusting, but perfectly friendly if you made a deal with them. Beneath, they were a waste disposal system which made perfectly good guards against basic unintelligent threats which could be negotiated into not eating anyone actually important.

Korvosa isn't actually stupid. Their otyughs should have a perfectly functional deal. The one that... would have killed her... should never have been doing that. Something is wrong in the sewers, people will be getting sick in Old Korvosa, and an otyugh is going to go on a rampage in slightly over a week. 

She nods to the blob, and they leave the door and go their separate ways. She rushes to Old Korvosa, to Mika's apartment, only just noticing it vanish as soon as she's a few houses away.

As she walks through Old Korvosa, she notices that there seems to be less sickness than in her vision.

The exterior of Mika's apartment looks the same as she remembers. Does she knock on the door?

The humans around here are mostly awake. She knocks.

There's movement behind the door. It cracks open. "Oh, hello! 'tis nice to see you again. What's up?"

"You may remember I said I saw signs of a disease spreading around here. The signs are getting worse. I could be wrong. The king is doing something today, and I don't understand it, and maybe it will solve things. If not, the signs point to something going wrong in the sewers around here. Do you know any of the otyugh negotiators in the area? I need to know if anything unusual is happening."

He heads back inside the apartment. It looks much less cluttered than she remembers. There's a few crates full of stuff in one corner.

"Well, I've been getting ready to move out. 'Greener pastures on the other side of the river' and all that. I don't know any of the otyugh guys personally... I think some of 'em hang out at the Copper Toad, near Fort Korvosa."

"Most reasonable of you." She lets a little more of her disdain for the area slip through. "For the best, even if these problems are solved. You are uninterested in attempting to determine what is occurring, then?"

"I don't really want to shell out for a remove if I catch whatever mystery disease you think is going around. The otyugh are nasty. And dangerous."

He pauses for a moment. "I guess I could come with you if you want to ask the otyugh guys what they think is going on?"

"They are. I make no promises this will be safe, I only fear it may be needed. I would welcome company which better knows the area, even only long enough to inquire. Tell me when you wish to depart."

"Give me few minutes to get my stuff." He spends a couple of minutes filling his backpack with gear, cleaning his daggers, and other similar tasks.

"Alright, we can head over. I think I remember the way."

She follows along! He knows where to go better than she does, she has basically zero advance knowledge at this point.

Mika leads her down the street and up through Bridgefront. He gets confused a little, but it's not that hard to see the ruined Fort Korvosa looming in the distance.

On a street near the top of Old Korvosa's hill is the Copper Toad. It's a corner bar and eatery place, right now mostly empty.

She walks in confidently! Is there anyone who looks otyugh handler-y? Or, more likely, smells it?

Not at the moment. It's mostly people getting a late breakfast or early lunch, and none of them smell bad.

Oh well. Too much to hope for. She goes up, buys a drink for herself, and tries to snare the proprietor into a conversation. If it's slow, there shouldn't be much business to lose taking to her.

She gets her drink. It's surprising pretty good. The proprietor is perfectly willing to hold a conversation with her.

And if she talks her way around to the otyugh handlers, does he have anything to say?

The otyugh handlers mostly come either early in the morning or late at night. They've got a deal about this, since the smell drives away other customers. He expects they'll be by just after dinner.

"Don't give them any shit, you understand? They already deal with enough of it down there!" He laughs to himself.

"Of course, of course. But d'you know where I'd find them during the day? I heard they were seeing something off, and I wanted to know if the sickness was maybe gonna get worse. I heard otyughs can taste it."

"Eh? There's a sickness going around? That's not good..." He thinks for a minute. "I believe they enter the sewers down at 4th Street in Bridgefront. But lass, you shouldn't go down there. It's not a good place to be."

"Just a bit, I hope... I don't wanna, but if Da just has a chill he'll be fine, and if it's something worse we need to find money for a Remove before everyone needs them. We can maybe wait for tonight?" She looks a little worriedly at the door, as if afraid someone might come for her any moment. (She even is, even if she's actually more worried about guards than about a message saying her dead father has gotten sicker. Still makes it easier to play up.)

"You can do what you want, I'm not going to make your decisions for you. But if I were you, I'd come back after dinner and talk to the guys about it here."

He sighs. "—and I'm sorry to hear about your father. Hope he gets better."