It's crazy.
I was just talking with someone about something--I remember who I was talking with, but I can't remember what it was I was talking to them about--and this armed man decides to barge in!
Neither of us took kindly to that... he threatened us, then threatened Rick... Gods be damned, if I didn't stop him from hurting Rick.
After leaving the room, the threats still about in the air, the bastard decided to go up the stairs, where Rick was at. Of course, me being me, I went after him... Got shoved off the stairs.
I'm so pissed with myself that I didn't put up much of a fight, even as he did an 'oops-I-dropped-it' thing with a poisoned blade... Got me in the stomach. Little below my liver, so... I guess I got real lucky with that.
Oh, the poison? Don't really know what it was. All I know is that it was a poison of some kind. And I know a real good healer; met him through Gold. He's called Dal... he's a really good guy, you should meet him.
Dal knows how to make antidotes, thank the gods above that he does. I probably wouldn't be here to tell you guys about it.
Ah well... I'm just glad I lived through that...
The only thing about the whole event that happened, that I'm proud of... is that I kept Rick from dying... That's just who I am. I won't stand by and let someone die if their death isn't necessary.
