It's not often the immortal wizard gets sick. But no one is perfect. Fortunately, hir dragon friend, and pet cat, are there to cheer hir up. -- Anon Guest
There are worse places to fall ill than the middle of nowhere. A forbidden temple, a rift between worlds, doorways to other planes, for example. Thus, Wraithvine was lucky that ze always had hir portable tower. No matter where ze was, ze could have a hearth and a comfortable bed. Unless it was an anti-magic zone. Those were always trouble.
This was not as troublesome as it could have been.
Not to say that it wasn't a sack of armpits, just that it was a lot easier to weather while ze endured. The Eternal Wizard bundled up in a cot by the fire, sleeping in snatches. Wearing the most comfortable clothes ze owned. Tellingly, ze wasn't wearing hir wizarding hat. Which was a sure and certain sign that ze wasn't feeling very well at all.
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