<< Nah, I'm in the hotel yet. Don't exactly know how I got here, but I woke up in my room. I feel sorry for the people who probably heard me screaming in my sleep. I should probably stop by the Healer's Guild, though, seeing as how my brain's convinced that I'm an elderly Italian man. I'll do my best to get there, but it might take me a while, seeing as how I'm half-senile. >>

[He smiles, but it's weak. Desmond is not right in the head and he knows it, despite his attempt at humor-deflection. He pulls his hoodie on, preparing himself to travel.]