[Okay, so maybe Bard slightly overestimated the deadliness of the overnight weather? Or this place is even worse than he thought, he's not yet sure which. But it's been another night and a day and he still can't see and it sounds like the network is behaving strangely, so he can't put off any longer the need to reveal his presence.
When the video begins, Bard is seated by a window, lit by the early evening sun. He seems no worse off than he was two nights ago, save for the way his eyes seem to be focused on something beyond the tablet rather than on the screen in front of him.]I do not
[kkkkkkkkkkkkkkk] still here. I
[kkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk]--ace means to torture us by violating the natural ord--
[kkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk] am merely recovering from having been
[kkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk]. I do not even know where I am, save for a day's walk from
[kkkkkkkkkkkkkkk] in a bag on a shelf. What I
[kkkkkkkkkk] am alive now, and I cannot see, which makes this place
[kkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk].
[And that's it. What else is there to say?]