Memoirs: Jealousy

The Gallow’s End Tavern was full, as usual, when I finally reached Brill. I had spent the last three nights in the Undercity, and was relieved to have escaped from the funereal atmosphere and return to the cheering warmth of the smaller town’s Inn. It was almost welcoming, or at least, it was as welcoming as any Forsaken area ever got. It was away from the Undercity, from the Apothecarium, though. That was all I really cared about right then.

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