I awoke to find myself in a lavishly furnished, large, stonewalled room. The fire in the fire place was crackling cheerily, and the room felt quite warm. I looked around for a window to open and found a beautiful stained glass one. I tried to push the heavy silk quilt off of me so I could go open it, and realized just how much damage had actually been inflicted upon me.
I groaned, and suddenly felt sick and weak. I ached all over, and every time I so much as breathed, I felt sharp pains in the areas of movement. And I thought getting beat up by a Nazgul and Fell Beast was bad, ha, that was nothing compared to this. Why? Because this time it had been personal.
Left alone to think, I realized that I was a fool, and my friends were right. I had gone against all my rational thoughts for, what was it? My own satisfaction; I was being selfish and stupid.
After beating myself up mentally some more, and then waiting to see if anyone would come and see me, I fell asleep.
When next I awoke, it was to the smell of food and a growling stomach. I opened my eyes and sniffed around a little to figure out where that wonderful smell was coming from.
"Look who's up." Sehavain greeted cheerily. "Hungry?"
I nodded my head, practically drooling.
"Good, I'll go get you some breakfast and tell the others that you're awake." She got up to leave.
"Thanks. Oh, before you go, could you open the window, please? It's really hot in here."
She looked at me, "Hot? You must still have a fever. This is one of the colder, draftier rooms. I don't know why Valandil gave you this room. I suppose it is nice, but it's bloody cold." She then left, and returned a short while later with a large tray piled high with all kinds of different foods.
About fifteen minutes later, after I had finished all the food on the tray, Analoren came in and said, "Oh, hello, you're awake. If you're able to, one of the priests wants to see all of us."
I pushed the covers off of me and stood up. I was feeling much better than the day before, and I think the food had help a significant amount. "Yes, I think I'm able enough," I replied, as I walked over to the door, "Lead the way." I followed Analoren out the door with Sehavain close behind me.
Analoren lead us down a stone spiral staircase. As I looked out the windows, I noticed we were up very high; we must've been in a tower.
After our dizzying descent, we ended up in a grand hall, smelling of food and drink, with colorful tapestries covering every inch of what I figured was stone wall. About half way down the large wooden table, in the middle of the room, were two elves, one vampire, an arf, and a fairy-mew talking loudly and laughing.
"Narwakwesse, glad to see you're up." Inari greeted.
"Yes, you look much better than when you first arrived." Windia complemented.
"Uh... thanks. I'm glad to see you all too. Um... back there in the forest, I was being really stupid. I'm sorry." I apologized.
"Yes, I think we can all agree that it was stupid, but we're all glad that you're healing now." Erikwataware said.
"Who was that anyway?" Berekad'rak asked.
An awkward silence fell over the room. I looked down at the floor.
"Come on. We're wanted by the head priest." Analoren said, walking slowly off in the direction of another staircase.
"Right, we should go." Celelas said, getting up.