Lord Boroman ir’Dayne (NG male halfling rogue 6/extreme explorer 4) weakens each day. The wasting curse he contracted on his last foray to Xen’drik ravages his body but leaves his mind intact. Still fierce and proud, Boroman walks the four blocks from his Shard Street home to the Conclave headquarters alone, leaning heavily on his cane but refusing Vikan’s aid. Once inside the headquarters, the human man fawns over Boroman as the halfling limps up and down the corridors, smiling at trustees and employees alike as he inspires them with his tales of adventure. When he demonstrates how he fought chuuls in the Shadow Marches and sniped feral drow in Xen’drik, he swings his cane wildly, banging it against desks and walls.
Boroman’s wasting curse remains as mysterious now as on the day he contracted it. Two separate expeditions to the exact Xen’drik site where he was afflicted have been personally authorized by Boroman. They returned with ancient stone tablets, water samples, and transcriptions of wall glyphs. One expedition even hauled seven one-ton limestone blocks through the jungle, all covered with cyclopean writings dating to the Age of Giants. The writings contained no useful information when translated by the Curator of Acquisitions, however, and have since been stored deep in the Conclave’s underground vaults. (Vikan suspects that Imre might have intentionally mistranslated one of these limestone blocks, but currently has no means of determining whether they truly contain information relating to Boroman’s curse.)