The journal speaks of that time as "hell incarnate".
I remember the pervasive s-stench of darkened, rotting flesh.
Those who suffered from the Black D-Death were countless in number.
They moaned in constant agony and hallucinated visions of a black sun.
They ceaselessly repeated a s-single word...
Vuhura... Vuhura...
D-Despite it's rampant spread, master Falasi was s-somehow
safe from the disease's grasp, as was I.
He theorized his previous travels to K-Kamasylvia, home of the forest
faries, played some part in his resistance...but I was still an anomaly...
Regardless, he t-took it upon himself to feed and tend to the people
of this small port, fishing until his fingertips were worn out.
If he didn't do it, who would?
No one else had the s-strength.

He f-fished until his fingertips were worn out.
He was the o-only person who still had some strength left.

Well, you managed. It isn't so easy, is it?
Imagine f-fishing like that all day long!
There was so much work to be done, he ceased operation
of his inn and commanded me to b-bring the sick inside.
He worked tirelessly, unaware of his own infection at the time.
When he wasn't working, he was translating the words of the f-forest faries.
Before the sun rose, he worked through the language of the Ganelle,
and when the moon took it's place, he pondered the words of the Vedir.
And at the end of it all... he discovered the Dried Weeping Stem,
taken from ancient T-Troll, could slow the effects of the Black Death.

Completion Target: Philaberto Falasi
- Catch green grade fish x2 within the time limit

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Required actions:

1. Catch fish of [Green] grade x 2