Faramund’s Curse

"Let me get it down in writing: I knew this was a shit plan from the start.

Merec gleeful as a toddler, convinced we were going to talk the xaurips into helping us fill our pockets. Help Andras right into a great big pit, more like.

And now you’ve all run off like hares. Meanwhile, here’s me, up to my armpits in bones and xaurip shit.

I hope you all rot down here. I hope Merec trips right off the edge of the world, and Drafden loses what’s left of his wits and guts the rest of you. Five of us left, and you run. Curse each and every one of you. And curse me, too, for dying here on account of a bunch of mewling pisspots.