Dearest Brother. Sister. Sibling. I can't remember.

It has been some time, since we have seen each other, you were just a child. Or was I the child? Or were we both children? The memory is tainted. We were separated a long time ago. At least, 18 years ago.

I have found strength in the Glomdoring forest, victory eternal. Glory. Beauty. All this, may be yours. Follow the shadows to the Heart of Darkness, and drink deeply of the wonders of the Wyrd.

If, you are of Serenwilde or it's allies, you shall find out why I am the Merciless Thirst.

If you are of our allies, good. If you're already one of Glomdoring's, even better.

F'ai Glomdoring, The Merciless Thirst.

Penned by my hand on the 7th of Avechary, in the year 612 CE.