As Monosai carried me into the town we saw a figure walking though the streets. Guess who it was... Yup, (cue sarcasm) my favorite person in the word, Kurik. You would think I'd be happy to see any healer, considering I was bleeding to death. You would think I'd love to see any healer, no matter how much I disliked him. You would think wrong. Kurik was the last person I wanted to see, placed after death. I couldn't imagine him actually doing something effective, not without some sort of repayment. I had gotten like this because of him! I had no doubt that it would have been less painful to hang than this, and no healer could change the fact that I had just helped to kill my childhood family. I didn't even know why I had helped Monosai instead of them. She had tried to kill me, and so I saved her life? If that wasn't a sign I'd gone nuts, I don't know what was. Anyway, Kurik told us to meet him at the guild house, so Monosai decided to go and get drunk again while I was dying. I got buzzed, I was, let me remind you, bleeding my life out. Surprisingly, we made it back to the guild house, (or mad house, if you prefer) with a dying wolf, and a drunk sea bird.
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