As the full moon nears, I find myself growing restless and angry. I’m not sure if the anticipation or the curse have taken hold, keeping me on edge. I snapped at Mugragh for eating food off my plate even though I was done. He’s done it plenty before, but why now? My dreams are growing more intense but at the same time there’s this malaise that prevents me from recalling them.

I’ve waited this long to see if I’m afflicted for sure, and yet I still have misgivings. I’ve made my peace with whatever will occur. Dredu mentioned some adjustment time was usually needed, and that the first time was the worst, even for those who were prepared. I’ve told everyone I’ll be doing some meditative study overnight, and not to worry until the morning. I’m setting up on our ship in the harbor, and have given our crew the night off on the town.