I recall far simpler days. For many years I was a Whisper-Smith, fashioning and creating delicate sounds. I was unmarried but not alone, surrounded by my beautiful pets. I was so happy and so complete.
Then the worlds collided, a quake erupted and my spirit was torn asunder.
Now the vultures, among other creatures of foul fortune and survival, pursue me. The nomads of Below and Beneath have ousted me from the Undercity and driven me to the unforgiving surface. The winged ones can't be far behind.
I will run to the land of my fathers and seek out the last remnant of my once mighty brethren. There, only good thoughts and wisdom wait in the brimming corners. I will run to Keille. I will run all the way home.
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