A week has passed. I see no signs of sickness upon me. I spoke with the Bard-Smith, Daerren, and he agreed to accompany me to my house, which I had not approached in quite a while. I knew trouble would find me thither, since my enemies likely know my residence. Yet what we came upon were an agape door. And within, a dusty place with a familiar basket upon a table. The crying of infants rang our ears.
