Last night was the first good nights rest I had in a long time, even if it was on a makeshift bed of hay in an old barn. The temperature was pleasant, not to warm and not to cold that night. I could hear the crickets singing their songs as if they were playing me a soft lullaby. It reminded me of laying out in the fields in the Feywild, staring up at the sky above. It was peaceful, tranquil even.
In the early hours, before the sun would rise, I made my way down to a nearby lake and would bathe under the cover of darkness. Although the adventurer was kind to me, I did not know the temperament of the local residents of this town yet. I have to be careful, always watchful of my surroundings. I never know when or if my captors will show up to reclaim me.
As the morning light began to shine, I saw the adventurer sitting on the steps of his house and approached him, to thank him for his generosity. We exchanged pleasantries and he mentioned I should head into town and inquire about any odd jobs. A way for me to make some gold while staying in town, for how long I do not know yet.
My first order of business is to procure enough gold for food and supplies. Second, to purchase a weapon, a means to defend myself in the event of the cults return. I can feel the wild magic inside me stirring, but I do not know the extent of what was done to me or how to use these so-called-gifts that were bestowed upon me. The marks that riddle my body sometimes ache to the touch, but I have managed to ignore the pains, for now at least.