Sancha

Several weeks passed, and Caeta found herself well adjusted to life in the Undercity. Her nose had gotten used to the curious ambient odour of earth, damp and rot. She missed the sun more then anything but with her mind kept busy with work her homesickness was minimal. The project itself still made her stomach knot with excitement when she thought about it. Seeing the Forsakens skills with chemicals and herbs firsthand had been an experience, they were simply so far beyond Silvermoons alchemists that she felt like a young novice when they explained to her some of the things they were doing. Caeta had found herself useful regardless, her skills with arcane tools and application of magics to mundane things worked well in tandem with the apothecaries, which gained her respect and they made many breakthroughs in those weeks.

During her wanderings and explorations of the city, Caeta had befriended a married couple whom had been torn apart by the plague and found each other again purely by chance. When they were living they had spent lots of time among the elves, and the husband, Jolanus had approached her unbelieving when he had seen her wandering the city. They had asked her many questions regarding the elves over meals and drinks, and she in turn had many to ask of the Forsaken. They were kind people, though they possessed that same uncanniness as most of their kin. She was reminded of the people back home, who would talk with such zeal about Prince Kael'Thas, it was like an uneasy underlying intensity.

It was towards the end of the fifth week when Caeta had begun to feel unwell, she found herself getting dizzy and lightheaded. The apothecaries told her she had been overworking herself, and in truth it was difficult to keep up with them as they required so much less rest then her. When her condition deteriorated further over the following days, she was confined to bed and a priest would come in occasionally to check on her. She quickly developed a fever, a horrific nausea and her body ached dully, pain spiking if she moved to suddenly. The priest eventually agreed to aid her into a deep sleep and she felt the pain dull as his magics fogged her mind and she slipped under.