The torture from the Zuk clan is taking longer to recover from than I thought. It doesn't help that there is trouble brewing over the details of my rescue. My hand had already been delivered as a message, acid poured over both feet, broken bones and burns on my body and the orcs were arguing as to if it should be my eyes or my leg next. I suppose details like that, and the fact I was beaten for bartering and ensuring the release of one who now aids in the new accusations is being overlooked in the larger scale of things. It really breaks my heart it has come to this, attacks on Candlekeep and my husband as Guide, but I was warned by one who has been through something similar that such a thing might occur. I just never thought it would come from them.
Research with the Keep has kept me busy too. Always something new to look up, write about or go out and explore. I love it. I love that feeling of finding that one passage in a tome that explains everything. I get shivers when I realize I've cracked a long standing code. It's a rush to me. Working in the clinic is just icing. Seeing what I trained for, what I was chosen by Selune to do help others, it's so uplifting. Focusing more and more on my studies though, along with the reports I need to endlessly...most would find it mind numbing. I find it oddly cathartic.
I've been meeting a number of new people as well as reconnecting with old friends. It's wonderful and I'm enjoying it. I'm even learning to use a bow, though gracious the callouses on my fingers do make it hard to write. It is a lot easier to though to stand back and fire away rather than get smacked on. It also lets me be more mobile to heal everyone else. I wish I had tried this sooner.
This Polvich situation does, however, take up much of my thoughts. The fact there is now a dracolich battling him and additionally all of us on the coast keeps me up pacing at night, wondering if I will be receiving yet another vision of him. We have to find a way to stop him for good this time. He's only growing stronger.