It’ss been a few daysince I clearly recall my actions. The moon pulled something out of me, or, brought me into something else. Through the haze I have only a few scattered memories.. I, scratched and screamed. Yelled, Argued with mysefl. THe trasnsformatino was not pain lesss  the old man lied. Dredu. Lied. Scratching and clawing and biting. Mmy body is painful and sore. And bloodied. I awoke in my inn room, or at least a room that was payed for? In the same inn as my friends. I payed Mugragh a couple silver to make sure I stayed in my room and not to ask any questions. I made up some excuse about a religious service.. Or something? Handing over that money felt… it felt painful. Why? I need to clean this room, it’s been trashed. I’m starved. I’m.. there’s food here - something to eat? Oh. OH. Tyr save me...