D&D Journals [Cynde] Plague and Penitence

Day 299

We have exhausted the resources of this small patch of green, but we feel so much better! We have even begun speaking more easily with each other. I don't know if I will ever be forgiven, but I also must remind myself that I thought I was doing the right thing. I thought that I could help us all by cooperating with the Gnomes. But I will admit that my bitterness at losing my eye was likely influencing me at the time.

Would I do it again, if given another chance? Would I choose to trust the Gnomes over my friends?

No. Aria might have hurt me with her potion, but she was doing what she thought was right. She was trying to save me. Aria wasn't the one who took my eye, it was Augra. And Cora shouldn't be punished for my anger toward Augra. I should trust my friends over strangers, even if they seem like professionals.

Cora still hasn't tried to infect me with the Hive Mind. Perhaps Aria's medication worked. Perhaps Cora is free. If so, just what was she seeing that we couldn't? What were those parasites?

Cora just woke for her shift on watch, and we both thought we heard music. It's incredibly faint, and it could simply be our imaginations, but we are certain we both heard it.