The first night was kinda horrible, I was lying in bed for hours, denied of my sweet dreams, thinking. And I got caught in a weird tangent when "rp stuff" came in my mind.
Probably Ameris's "don the grey of Ilmater" speech did something with me, and I made up a whole "personal campaign" about Zhar becoming a goodie.
Sadly, I can't remeber any of it
