"The town was carnage manifested. Everything was in ruins. The flames I had seen leapt from the roof of the only building still burning, but not a single shop or cottage was left intact. The bell tower was toppled onto the tavern. Oh, god, Rosalin. She was there. She was in the tavern, crushed under a dozen stones and timbers. I could barely recognize her. Oh, God, Rosalin!"
It appeared that his composure broke, even through the mental haze brought on by the leaf. He rolled over, pushed himself up to his knees, and vomited, sobbing the whole time. "Rosalin, my love, my darling. I left her the ring. It will do me no good. Rosalin, Rosalin!" His anguished moans moved me deeply, and his pain was so apparent that I allowed him to continue for several minutes before handing him another leaf.
"Crush this, my child, and inhale the fumes. It will not cure your pain, but it will ease it for a time." He did so, and slowly his sobs receded and he was calm again. He returned to his pile of rags and faced me as his tale resumed.