Almost-death sucks.

I never thought I'd be that close to death twice in a matter of days. I've never felt anything like that. When the adventurers would come into the taverns clutching at their heads...I don't know what I assumed. My own head is still throbbing from that thing's magic, I can only imagine the others feel the same right now. My spells were able to repair some of the damage at least.
 
The kobolds were the ones to bring me back, which was...unexpected. This time waking up was different, and maybe that has to do with them. All of this makes me realize just how little I know about certain things despite all the books I've read. I don't know. I just want to get above ground again and get myself clean. After they get the man we found to safety (I assume he's the one they've been looking for, but at the time, I was barely able to see straight).
 
I don't know. Thinking is difficult and there is a lot to think about.