As her spirit left her body, one of the Great Old Ones of the ocean depths came to Aralith, permitting her to return to the world of the living...at a price! Aralith's promises to her friends had not yet been fulfilled, so she agreed.
She woke up in a crypt in Emerald Grove.
Within the crypt, a figure stirred. Disoriented, she pulled a dark cloth around her neck and fastened it with a pin she found nearby. She shambled outside.
The figure stumbled through the streets of the town, barefoot. "Brains," she groaned under her breath.
The door to the tavern opened slowly. A figure in a dark cloth worn like a cloak or a robe stood in the doorway, barefoot. She shambled inside, mumbling, "Brains...."
Within the tavern, other adventurers responded by flipping tables defensively, drawing weapons, and swinging flails.
The figure spoke: "My brains hurt.... Ow, must you all be shouting?"
She stepped further into the tavern's common room. "My head feels as if somebody has cracked it open and...moved bits and pieces around." She walked up to Donal, an aarakocra gentleman, slowly lifted both hands up to the side of her hood, and pulled it back....
...revealing Aralith's face, albeit ashen and gray. The most noticeable difference was her eyes, which glowed a supernatural green color.
She looked into her friend's eyes. "Don...al...?"