Sep 12, 2018
Pestilence
I am so tired. Recovering from the assassin sent by Odgerel is proving to take longer than I believed it should. I’ve developed a cough, either from the fluid that built up in my lungs or perhaps even the Shroud has deemed me unworthy and is seeing fit to cast me out.
I cannot move right now, I am too weak to carry my yurt packs. I am sure perhaps in a sennight I will be strong enough, but for right now...I am going mad with the inactivity. Words are drowning me, as are my thoughts. I am weary. Perhaps some sleep would do me a world of good.
