I am the sad song, crying out to would-be heroes in their dreams. I am the source of
Trouble at Caerac Keep, slowly revealing myself to the scribbler as she writes, but I am trapped in a shell of armour, forced to do another’s bidding. I do not wish to obey. I long for freedom. I reach out to you; Rhodry, Faith, and Ariadne. I reach out to you through your lost loved ones. I reach out to you as myself. Please find me. Please free me.
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