My Dearest Cousin,
I write to you now in great fear. Things that haunt my every waking moment, and fill every unconscienceness with trepidation. Such coil that hath wrapped around every man, woman, and child at King Hrothgarís court, utter horror. It was only two nights ago that my comrades and I were having a fabulous feast in the Hart. The great Mead Hall of the ring-giver, King Hrothgar. Men stumbled about like mules,
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our visions of horror. We concluded that thirty of King Hrothgarís men had been slain! We met with the King to discuss what measures would be taken to rid our land of this beast. Now, we can only hope that this will be possible, and that this creature, this evil demon craving menís blood, shall be destroyed. My cousin, pray for us, we are all in Godís hands now.