Sleep was an odd experience. At first, I thought that I would slowly die off in the night.
Perhaps the gods had (and maybe have) other plans with me.
Because I survived. I woke up in the morning, still pretty sick, but fully conscious. These headaches! I just stayed in bed for some hours, then the trio got into my room and started to ask questions about my behaviour. They fed me some gulps of the healing potion, and I felt better.
We left the tavern. "Too many curious people," Vi (the alb) said. She's the really silent part of the group, yet nervous. Bob's always direct, unashamed and he has a wicked tongue. Kamurea again is a silent, but even calm and steady varg.
I learned that they were about to travel to Gondalis, a city of the Mertalian Association of Cities. They got a contract from there to earn some lunares - a metal plate, mostly made of silver, the most common currency in the mortal world. They trade it for almost everything.
On the path, they had to carry me again. Some kind of muscular pain rendered me immobile, and the headaches got worse.
After two days in this phase I passes away again.
My time as a fairy ended.
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