Remember that I heard a scream from downstairs. I ran down there, and quickly discovered that the common room reeked of an incredibly disgusting, nasty, putrid odor -- rotten meat, just like Katha said! I'm afraid it must have overpowered me, because I passed out. I came to quickly enough, but I was still queasy, which was why I passed out again when I saw a corpse (rotting, which explained the odor) where a patron had been when I went to my room! And when it moved... Oh gods, I want to go home!

But Leighla stood fast, and tried to feather it. Sadly, she missed, and I didn't do much better (no surprise, given how my hands were shaking, and I was never a great knife thrower anyway). Haley was able to turn it (I didn't know she could do that: I'll have to remember to ask about the ramifications of being an arcanist at a later date), and I thought that was that. Horrible, yes, but far worse was to come.

We were just turning to go back to our rooms when Duncan came downstairs - but he was dead too! It was bad enough when it was someone I'd never met, but with an acquaintance! Oh, I wanted to put him out of his misery (it was the least I could do), but the sight was too much for me. I'm ashamed to write this, but even as Haley dove behind a bar and Mitsy and Dogboy bolted and Prihelm stood there with a familiar glassy stare in place, I ducked behind a table and attempted to become one with the shadows... Only Leighla was able to stand fast (claiming something about the blessings of Solonor - maybe there's something to this religion stuff), and she dispatched the poor soul back to his premature rest.

Eventually, we all calmed down, but we noticed that neither Mitsy nor Dogboy had returned yet. I was all for leaving them be (I suspected that they were busy and didn't want to be disturbed), but the rest of the group insisted... So we followed their trail out of the inn (I'm no tracker, but in their panic they left a trail that even a feeble-minded dwarf could follow); to my great surprise, it split in two! Well, we eventually found them (separate - the zombie had a greater impact than I would have thought) and got them back to the inn. Here, we had a problem; they would only sleep in the stable! Of course, by now, Mitsy was somewhat recovered and was shooting Dogboy sultry glances, so there may have been more to this than meets the eye (and I did hear Mitsy mumble something about how they would be more comfortable on the hay...). Nevertheless, they insisted that Prihelm sit up and stand watch for them (I won't bother to speculate why this was his job...).

Telling this story has calmed me down, but now I find myself shaking again. Oh gods, what's happening to me?

When I returned to my room and slipped back into Reverie, I found myself reliving these events, sort of. Only the rest of the group ran off and left me. They left me to die! And the two zombies were advancing, rotting fingers extended, ready to throttle the life from me, when I woke up. Actually, that's an understatement. I bolted out of bed with a scream that I swear you could hear out at Luc's hut. And I was in a cold sweat, of course, and scared out of my wits. Leighla and Haley, at least, came to comfort me, and I wound up blubbering like a baby on Haley's shoulder, crying and wailing and generally carrying on. Eventually, they were able to calm me down, and I went back to sleep, the two of them on my floor (along with me - the bed wasn't big enough to sleep three, and I needed to be close to other people). And you know what? It happened again!! I could feel the cold rotting flesh on my neck, while their bulging eyes stared at me with malevolent intent, and it was too much, and I screamed and screamed and screamed, and shot back out of my Reverie. Now, every time I close my eyes, I see them; they're waiting for me, and one of these days, if I'm not careful, they're going to get me! I've never been so scared in my life, and I don't know what to do!! Before I got to this accursed place, I was always so self confident - I'd never met anything I couldn't handle, and now, I have to rely on my comrades to keep me sane, and we're all going to be nervous wrecks, because none of us can sleep with me around. I'm so grateful that they haven't really abandoned me (well, at least Haley and Leighla haven't), but I'm afraid to be alone, and I'm afraid that caring for a madwoman will be too much for them and they really will leave me! I'm probably wronging them, but I can't think straight right about now. The three of us are currently in the middle of consuming the inn's entire stock of brandy in an effort to calm my nerves (perhaps if I pass out I won't see these horrible images) and help me sleep. Somehow, I know it won't work...