There is something out there. In the woods. I cannot see it, as it hovers in the dark of the forest's edge. But the call it cried out in the dead of night--the hunger that bellows from its rattling frame is horrific. The Seeker took off into the mines. I'm writing this as I collect what I can of my belongings, though many of my possessions must remain. There is no time to dally, for if I lose the Seeker, I might lose myself--