Jay

I’d meant to leave a note and slip away early, but I slept for most of the day into the evening and still had to be shaken awake. Cris wanted to change my dressing.

The discharge oozing from my broken nails smelled of hung meat. We cleaned the mess and left it un-dressed overnight, but by morning it hadn’t dried over and the stench lingered. Cris said we should leave in the morning for High Wenn and find a healer there.

The innkeeper nodded to Cris as we...