Detoxing is hell or is that what comes next?

The young noble had fallen into a deep sleep one of darkness. it was like floating in a pit where you could not see the sunlight and could not touch the sides.

He woke to the realization that even the gods had turned their back on him and there was no visions. Ereuhin had not given him her aid to see the truth No
Wim struggled with cleaning up the campsite and dragging back the deer. As he tried to work he stopped. Wim took a bit more of a drink from the vial hoping to clear his head, it was all he had since the apothecary was on a mission.

With some effort he managed to get the deer down, by cutting the knot. He could not make his hands work as well as they should. This worried him as well as the sweating he was doing and the stink that came from his body.

He laughed at a bear coming into the glade who came to check on the fire. Wim hooped and hollered, “Come on, you want a piece of me too?”

Waving his arms like a deranged mad man they bear found the deranged mad man to be more of an annoyance and left the camp site to return later.

He toasted to bears good judgement with another swig and then started dragging the deer back to town.

The direction that Gonyaul pointed out was much better than the one he came on. In his mind he traveled in a straight line to town, though it was actually far from it. He weaved back and forth a bit.

When he arrived at the city, he dropped the deer, his pack, quiver and bow, and to his dismay the vial and the last of it’s contents. Wim let out a string of curses that would have got his mother to sail across the ocean and wash his mouth out with soap. Then looking up like nothing happened he proceeded on like nothing happened.
“Guard, take care of these for me. I need a drink,” he said with a bit of pauses in strange spot. He pulled out a silver coin and pressed

Wim knew his mind was not working right and he could not fix it. He tried to take a small cask of ale off a wagon and could not do it. He rubbed at his head causing his hair to stick out like a mad man. He ended up being laughed at by the few people who saw him. His eyes were weird and with his hair frizzed out. The laughing did not help the paranoid feelings.

He ended up passing out on a hay pile in a small stable after drinking from the rain barrel.