East Lapis is quickly becoming a ruined city. . . Famine and drought plague us. Thankfully, Uncle Dreadbane, as Sadie calls him, has taken us in for the time being. . . although this blessing may be a curse in disguise.
He carries that hammer everywhere he goes, hunched from, the weight. I always here him in the hallways, dragging it around, huffing. "It's for protection" he says. "They crawl below. I hear them. From the hollow core. . ." It's downright creepy. We need hope, not horror stories!