A Drunk's Remorse

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A Drunk's Remorse

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The evening was soon at hand, the frost had crept up freezing the mud of the bog of the rat hills. Several empty bottles embellished the small camp the elf-kin had set up for himself. With the haze of the whiskey swimming through his mind, he sat in front of the fire. He had been camping, and attempting to catch cat fish, as well as working toward cleaning some of the pollution from the rat wastes. But it was these moments that haunted Elero the most, the ones where there was no activity to task the mind to, there was only the oppressive silence and the machinations of ones own mind.

Staring into the fire, Elero saw the visions of Ogres. Remembering the group teleporting out, but spotting an ogre attacking Clarianna... that was before he had passed, before so many others had died. Elero had acted without thinking, to engage the ogre, if their healer died they would be in much worse predictment but in that moment everything had gone to hell. Attempting to flee was eventually caught and set ablaze. Elero remembered hearing Clarianna crying in the corridor before the darkness took him.

Snapping back to reality he could see off in the darkness glowing eyes looking out at him. It was a marsupial rat, he stared in it's eyes. Drawing his sword, the creature was atop of him. He pushed against it for room before bringing the short of the blade and cutting into the creatures throat and throwing it from him. "Quick little buggers," he said to himself before rising to his feet. Stumbling he stepped out of the light of the fire and into the darkness allowing his eyes to adjust to the darkness. He saw a group of three of the upright rat-kin, they met his gaze before running off. Turning around back toward his fire satisfied, he heard a small voice behind him, "Elero you're drunk again?" Sighing deeply Elero said turning toward the voice, "Daeges I don-" he cut himself short realizing what he had just said, but.. he could swear...

Closing his eyes he sighed deeply taking another pull from the bottle he threw it into the crate with the rest of the empties. "You're a good fellow Elero, let's make sure we look out for each other," the familiar voice of Morgan found it's way on the wind. So many people that looked out for him that he wasn't able to help in their own time of need. But at his core. He knew, he shouldn't blame himself, that such thoughts only led down a rabbit hole of despair and self loathing, a concept he wasn't foreign to. But he had to steel himself, if not for himself then for those he continues to help. He was much more powerful than when he had arrived in Waterdeep some 2 months ago. What he had lacked before was purpose, something he had when he was still just a village priest. Making a solemn vow to himself to pass on what he has learned, and to help those who've come after him.

Sareena was right Unity would be crucial in the coming days and we are much stronger together then we will ever be apart. Kicking dirt into the fire to kill it Elero cleaned up his camp of trash, returning back to Waterdeep with a renewed sense of purpose.
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