[MrsJones]

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A page that appears to have been torn from a book with an illustration of a werewolf is nestled in the journal’s binding above the following entry:

Entry 14

Well, things were finally getting back to normal… relatively speaking, of course. I do still live in Thay. And then… over the course of a mere two days, Talon and I were both bitten by werewolves in the sewers beneath Bezantur.

I still get the shivers at the thought of it… the searing pain where its teeth sank into my flesh, the disorienting sensation when the disease took hold, the sudden intense awareness of things I’d rarely thought of before, like the fullness of the moon and the distinct smell that emanates from each human being. It was horrifying and enlightening and… I wish I could properly describe it.

In any case, somehow, I managed to escape the beast and use my portal stone to get back to the Trident. And by the gods, someone, somewhere, was watching out for me that day, because right there in front of me was Maera and Talon. The latter was still in the throes of the disease himself from the day before, his emotions alternating quickly between rage and bloodlust and desire. I cursed myself for leaving him without ensuring that he’d found a way to fix it… I just didn’t know! I’ll never forgive myself for that… but at least I know now. And thank the gods he found Maera before it was too late.

Without too much trouble, she fixed us both up, good as new. I don’t think I can ever repay a debt like that, but I’ll certainly try. There aren’t too many that I really care about, too dangerous, but those two are right up there at the top.