Small golems with varying arms, and rusted shells, roll around in the sewers, and occasionally in the ruins of Crookback. Each hold a paper in their hands. The parchment is old, and weathered. ------- Greetings. All wanderers. Unlike the rest of many, I do not hide my words with flair nor vocabulary. So I will attempt to make this short. Long ago, I had discovered a testing ground. I do not remember when exactly. But what I had learned there was simple. The world is not cruel. It is just indifferent. Its indifference allows for freedom for us to choose. However, the world teeters upon a careful balance. To upset that balance is a grave result for all, or at least, for many. Many dwell here. It is not peaceful. But its holds a balance. And allows for freedom. Recently, that balance has been broken. Many have suffered. It will most likely not be the last. I have been told I am a simple being. So here is a simple message. When the time comes. Fight for your homes. -------
