Entry 16: Riloth 19th the 13th

Dear Spellbook,

Sorry about the abrupt cut off. The reset occurred while I was writing. It’s probably for the best. I was fantasizing about revenge and got carried away. I’m sure Levar has a good explanation for why his goods caused me to vomit uncontrollably, pass out and wake up paralyzed from the waist down.

There must be a totally reasonable explanation.

I just woke to the comparatively lesser misery of a sleep deprived hangover. It might just be in my head, but I think the effects of yesterday are lingering. The lighting in here looks strange, the color of everything is off.

It’s probably nothing.

I need to get a start on the day and an explanation from my new friend.