A letter in a bone scrolltube

[Araun]

{ A letter arrives in a plain bone tube, delivered on a rainy day.}

Sweet Grims,

There is a dream, and in that dream, a beast arises - a maw, shrieking insanities.  It is opposed by another, one with a hundred hands and a hundred feet, and there is a fight that shakes the mountains.  The hundred-handed, the hecatoncheires, emerges the winner - but its thirst for blood is not sated, and it slouches away to find another meal.
So now, I ask to become two more hands among a hundred.  Let me walk with you down the path you have chosen.  You know me already - many of you do not trust me, and that shows wisdom, but you know me.  You know I will not fail you.  I await your answer.

Dreamer watch you,


the Araun