Dear readers, for some months now, my dear late friend, Bernard, and I have done our utmost in keeping the recent events around Hunadora in the public eye. This is a task that has had me see more bloodshed and evil since I first arrived in this world several years ago, in a place now called Necropolis. In my coverage of the siege, I have found it impossible not to give an unbiased approach to these events. The Dukkar is a cruel, savage beast of a man, even that latter statement of his humanity has become doubt in my mind after being in his presence for so long.

I heard about the collected publication of my field reports and thought that it was necessary to say a few things before I depart Hunadora, my wounds, as well as others belong to the many here are now healed to the best of my ability. The letter from the Midway Haven Observatory was lucky to have arrived as it did; I was about to depart when it reached me. I felt it best to stay here to write this final testimony as an introduction to this work you now hold in your hands.

Life continues here and the last of the dead were buried some weeks back now, but still, evil lurks in this dark forested land. If I look out my window, it is all I see now.

Now, I cannot wait much longer, I plan to be outside this land before nightfall and the morning grows older as I sit here. My return to Vallaki, where my friends and new family live is a welcome gift to me. There are many times I thought I would never be able to raise an ale with them again.

Now my gentle readers, take warning that the texts within this book are not for the weak of heart, take them as a warning also and always strive to avoid war at any cost.

Blessings.