Ruin has come to our family. You remember our menorable house? Opulent and imperial. It is a festering abomination. Corruption has soaked the soil, sapping all good life from these groves. Let us burn out this evil. Deaths and roads bring soldiers and supplies. Let them arrive on Harrod. Despite its morbid aspect, this twisted cavernous maze seems almost imperceptible. A moment of respite, a chance to steal oneself against the coming horrors. Alone in the woods or tunnels, survival is the same. Repair, persist, and overcome. You is with Quickbars! Another abomination cleansed from our lands. Death waits for the slightest lapse in concentration. In truth, I cannot tell how much time has passed since I set that litter. This squalid hamlet, these corrupted lands, they are yours now. And you are bound to them. I beg you to live a raw family from the ravenous clutching shadow of the darkest dungeon.