Ugh.
Morning.
Sunlight.
I hauled myself out of the pool, water pouring from my mouth and openings in my armor. I'd saved part of a cauliflower, which I wolfed down.
[You have 1755/1920 nutrition.]
Cripes, it was real. I was literally on the cusp of Omnivore: 6. Or I could go wild and work through the top of my Evolutions list.
Or... or I could wait, see what Sobek intended. Wouldn't do right to transform into a giant spider and then realize I needed to be something else.
Fight my brother? No, the only brother I knew of was a monster. He'd tear me apart. What would his Might be? Less than eight; at eight he could get out of that filthy pit Hortiluk had kept him in.
I didn't remember starting south, but I found myself walking.
I would reach Narrow Valley before noon. Or the remains of it. There were empty spots, entire families that no longer lived there. Those who remained...
So between Randel and the unfortunate would be slaver, you've probably noticed a distinct lack of caring about life from Rhishi. You aren't wrong; the maiming of Whitehill did some serious emotional damage, and removing the spirit that was making things worse didn't remove the trauma.
Don't worry, he doesn't stay disconnected from life for long; life has a way of knowing when you're avoiding it and jumping into your face with both feet.
As always, thank you for your continued readership; it helps me to remove the mental and emotional stumps and keep on walking.