The cold darkness that enveloped me slowly receded as I began to wake up and reality begrudgingly set in. The last memory I had was an argument with that horrible Gith that I have no idea why we keep around. I remember us shouting to each other about which way we should go. I argued we should travel into the Underdark, the gith was insistent that we go to the Creche immediately. My memories are interrupted by my senses returning to me in a disjointed symphony of discomfort. The abrasive...