A few scattered parchments on Azazor's desk, hastily scribbled in hesitant, blurred, crossed-out handwriting...
Nexus
With lake friends and Ulymorus, we slaughtered some gibbais. Dangerous behavior for others. I rushed in without thinking. Gone before it got too dramatic. Teleportation destroyed me in pain, but I felt a bit better afterwards.
Fairheaven
I met Eeri. She took my blood. She's also leaning towards poison. There was a Zorai girl, Nikuya, whose presence I couldn't stand, as if she were a threat. She gave me a slap and I exploded into a black hole. I awoke from my destructive fury sitting on the beach, Nikuya and Lyren sprawled on the ground and Eeri trying to calm me down. I teleported, and once again, the pain of teleportation gave me a few clear ideas.
Pyr baths
Baeline, from the Alkianes, was there. She said she had poisoned the baths. She was a matis, but with a fyros face, or the other way around, I don't remember. There were some behind the walls too, I could feel it. The oppression, the feeling of being surrounded. Then a fyros, Firal, arrived. When he tried to throw the matis out, it stung him and he was immobilized. Xarosse was there too. She massaged me. It relaxed me. But it didn't restore my energy. I was a wreck. I remember crawling in fear before the matis who surrounded me. It was the arrival of my masseuse that calmed me down. Just a little. After the massage, I teleported again. By the time I reached Thesos, I had no energy. Even the pain wasn't enough to wake me up this time. So I crawled back to my apartments. I can still see homins trying to help me, I can still see myself insulting them, shouting at them to stay away from me. There were matis among them. Lots of matis. What's true about all this?
Canillia, I remember thinking of Canillia at the baths. Poison specialist at Alkiane. And I took Be'Lauren from her. There's motive. There's skill. And she's a matis. She must have poisoned me. But with what? With what? I refused her tin of oil in Fairheaven ages ago, shortly after my return from the Old Lands. So how did she do it?
Why don't massages give me back my energy? Is the poison too strong? Am I that desperate? Eeri, I'm waiting for your help. Once again, I need your help!
The fyros, Firal, advised me to go and spend some time in the desert. A good idea. Food, shooki, I find myself a dune in the shade of an olash and don't move for a week. Away from the others, I'll be safe. Just long enough for Eeri to find a solution.