Still, to think you'd have to go all the way to Crow's nest just to get a bit of wolfsbane so you don't accidentally transform and maul your boss's arms again. Gods, I feel sorry for anybody else who got infected and can't afford the boat fare. Or has trouble well, hanging onto life when faced with jaguars, tigers, and snake people. And even when they get here they're going to have to wait at most a full day's worth of time just for the damn Wolfsbane to grow just so they can use it on themselves and hope to whatever god they pray to that the lycanthropy goes away. Well, that is, unless of course some bastard... quite like myself, just waltzes in and takes the wolfsbane before them. I really do hope no one else is showing up here for that. If you are, I'm sorry future lycanthropy victim, you have to take it fresh and I can't take any chances with that kind of mistake again.
Since I'm around, however, I might as well take some stock on the local fauna and flora of this place. Maybe make this into a little vacationer's guide... So far nothing too serious. You head through the gates, next thing you know an angry guy that might be part lizard starts bashing at you like you just murdered his first cousin. I mean I did murder a cobra on the way in here so... that might be true but still. Regardless he isn't that bad to deal with. Honestly if anything, it's the damn mosquitos and tigers that are more of a cause to worry. Well, that is, if you can't talk to the tigers. Admittedly Tigers are a surprisingly stubborn bunch. I mean they're apex predators so they have every right to be but once you put the good ol' charm on them they're actually very civil, and very efficient at murdering cultists. If you have the time, you might want to try just laying down on the ground and having your little tiger friends act as a sort of impromptu set of pillows. Despite the claws, tigers are exceptionally soft when they're not looking to eat you.
Which is a good thing... If it weren't for them I probably would have died maybe five, six times over at this point. Gods, I feel like such an idiot. Lycanthropy's a serious thing but that isn't an excuse to go into enemy territory with nothing but a few healer's kits and some potions I just happened to have on me at the time. At first, it was fine but, after you kill the fifth, or maybe it was sixth, batch of cultists the little cuts, scrapes, and bruises start to add on. The Tigers and Jaguars help, but it honestly tears me up just how much I'm not able to tend to their wounds. My hands hurt, my legs hurt, my shoulders hurt, basically, my entire body is wracked with pain and my only anesthetic is this damn writing exercise... I guess my brothers were right. Complaining really does ease the pain of existence. Well, it should only be a little longer. I have to redress the bandages, can't afford to do that for much longer so it has to be only a little longer... Fresh wolfsbane, for the love of god just give me some fresh wolfsbane already.