Priggat ish very tired after that awful sheries of eventsh. Phewwwww, sho shlow I'sh getting on with age, hehehe.

Tuuluuwaq, I'sh admire your enduranshe. I'sh will take thish time to peshtel some herbsh and brew up a potion for that nashty arrow wound. Shleep will come after.

B. Second Watch
A. Ignore it and continue on with your long rest. If you choose this, you will end the night with full health.

Before my family perished from the rogue tortle, I wash training my oldesht grandshon, Marlo, to be an alchemisht. None of my shons were ever intereshted in the world of herbs and peshtels. They wanted to be brave ratfolk hero, legendsh of lore. They wanted to be mashters of our race and do the unthinkable, wielding blade and shield. They looked up to folk herosh outside our kin. I admired their courage, but knew deep down they could never be a warrior. I'sh humble in what ratfolk are capable of. We may now be the shrongest of the bunch, but we are filled with wishdom, more than you many realishe. And with my knowledge of my kin and my many yearsh of experienshe with nature, my grandshon began to make potions all on his own. He was shtill a young kitten, bright eyed and bushy tailed. Marlo and I were to shet out on an adventure into the foresht to find some moon berriesh for some poishon I'sh wash brewing. But my shon wanted to teach Marlo battle techniquesh before we shet out. Just in cashe of an ambush. He wash a little boy, even if he knew anything, he wash of no ability to take on any grown man. But.... I let him. Marlo wash very disappointed, but lishtened to his father. I shet out to the foresht.... and that's when it happened. The tortle. When that tortle breached our camp... my shons were slain right away. They didn't shtand a chance despite their courage. My wife, not long after. Defenshless and frail she wash, just like I most morningsh. All the young kittensh, including Marlo, were slain lasht. I heard their screams from the foresht. And when I ran back, everyone wash already gone. Little Marlo would shtill be with me if I had jusht shaid something. I should have. Inshtead... I am alone. An old rat with his herbsh.

I..... I'm shorry, Marlo.

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