"Then I led a new party to help an old man retrieve some jars. This time I was with Crakador and Kyle and Vezek. We went to hell. We talked to and did not fight a creature to know where to fill the jars. There were again things which could drain life from people, spirits in hell. Five of them. We ended them. That filled the jars. That is all."

Her sentences aren't run-on any more. It would seem she's run out of steam for the day. It turns out stories are hard work! Sort of. Hard for her, anyway. She steps down from the fireside and goes to rest her headache.