I was out all night.
I am not tired.
Instead I just feel weak.
Worse than when I suffered from the illness, but I do not feel ill.
Now I am sat in the chapel in Bruma.
There is no one here.
I can feel eyes on me.
A hidden presence radiates its disgust and hatred towards me.
I will not succumb to its pressures.
I need to close more Oblivion gates.
The thought of the fires terrifies me.
I have not eaten since I was at Weynon.
I am not hungry.
I am not well.
I am not aware.
I may see what the mages have to say about my condition.
Tonight.
