The basement is filled with boxes and crates, artifacts of expeditions made in his younger days, when he ranged far and wide in search of universal truths. How ironic that his search for truth should have led him, not to the essential nature of life or existence, but into a lifelong battle with the degenerative effects of metamycobacterium leprosis, a new and more virulent Sixth World form of leprosy. How sad that so much of his time should be spent, not seeking the greater truths of the arcane, but attempting to cure the small, dark truth eating away at his flesh.