Talk:Weepers/@comment-27004218-20151122181907/@comment-26007095-20151122183727

If we can trust Campbell's Curse, not that long at all.

"And now the plague is upon me. Already, the fever grows and my thoughts are as slippery as hagfish. It won’t be long before I’m drooling and moaning and bleeding from the eyes. Last week I was sipping fine Tyvian wines and enjoying the comforts rightfully afforded to my position within the Abbey. Today, I sleep in filth, lost in this bleak and destroyed district."