I sit up, rubbing my arm and looking down at the glowing white letters and numbers as they adjust themselves. Apparently my plan to stop the statue and its magic has increased my ME by one number and I'm now a thirteen. Mental, my mind whispers. The use of intelligence despite my circumstances has given me a new advantage. My head aches a little though the clarity I've returned to is likely the cause.

It's a slow climb to my feet while Vosh sloshes his way out of the water ...