Because he thinks he is an English teacher and I'm his student. So here it is the 'report'. He wanted it to have perfect grammar so I tried.
Did I die? I am currently in the black void. The one thousand platinum pieces question was ‘Is the black void, that I am in, is of death or sleep?’ The answer came quickly as my mind ignited and regains connection with my extremities. I felt weak, as if something drained away my strength. I hear a grown, only to realise I made it a few seconds later.
“He is waking up” Someone said, “Get the apothecary. He might still need the apothecary’s help”.
I knew that voice. The sounding of a leader, calm and collected even in a crisis. That must be Karl. Who is in need of the apothecary? Surely not I? I have lived for over 200 winters! I am in no need for an apothecary. Something wet touched my forehead. In reaction my eyes opened. I was greeted with strong light assaulting my dark adjusted eyes. I winced in pain.
“Don’t die okay” a female voice shouted, after hiccupping twice. She must have been crying. It couldn’t have been Thyra. She may be the only female in the party but she does no care for me. I will get her for slapping me. Well 3 out of the 6 party members are accounted for.
“He is waking up it seem” said, who I believe was, Karl. There was hand touching me, squeezing my wrist, touching my forehead, feeling my chest. I guess I’m the person that was need of an apothecary.
“He should live but he will feel very weak for a while” the apothecary explained.
“That is great news. Now we must discuss your fee” said Karl.
“No need for that. The young lad did all the work for me. All I did was shout,” the apothecary laughed.
“May the Raven Queen bless you,” Karl said with exuberance.
I heard footsteps leaving the room. “So it was Symon who saved me,” I said is a weak, tired, quiet voice.
“Actually no, Symon couldn’t save you. In fact a stranger jump in and sank his teeth in to your arm. Within seconds, you were out cold and he was suffering what you were suffering from. He ran out of the tavern before we could help him. Odd thing is though, Cromwell followed him.” Karl told me. My eyes were open but with my brain still being in a haze, I still couldn’t see. I heard a chair move beside me followed by quick footsteps.
“Who left?” I asked.
“Symon,” Karl answered grimly.
“Go catch up with him. He must feel awful for not being able to save me,” I sad with sadness dripping from my words. I heard heavy footsteps, and then the door clicked closed.
“What the hell did you?” A hushed voice demanded of me. It was Nadarr.
“Calm yourself dragonborn,” I tried to say with my normal grace and charm but it came out sad and pitiful.
“All I know is I get woken up by a panicked Thyra yelling about poison. I come and find you pale as snow, just lying on the floor of the tavern. Now explain!” Nadarr growled quietly.