No Crystal Roads

Miso (not the soup)

You read what is written on a starry sheet of onyx and diamond stationery:

Dear Miso,

Hey there! It's Tikki! I know we never really got to speak much when I

last saw you waking, but I wanted to write a letter wishing you well. I

saw you just recently departed from Hallifax and while I am admittedly

sad about it for a few reasons, I hope you're able to find whatever

happiness you're seeking, even if it's in Magnagora! And even if the

road you follow doesn't lead back to Hallifax someday, you'll still have

a friend here regardless! Take care of yourself, and I hope you keep up

on making more fun and catchy songs!

*At the bottom is a flourishing signature reading: Tikki, next to a

drawing of a ferret's paw*

A starry sheet of onyx and diamond stationery is holding:

"tart420155"                  a frog tart

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The sound of multiple hammers hard at work echoes from Sombre Lane, their clamour an industrial lullaby.

You smile softly at a starry sheet of onyx and diamond stationery.

You say, "I need to write a new song, thank you for reminding me letter."

You begin to wield a rotting mandolin of the Devourer in your right hand.

You say, "Maybe I could just change some words?"

"All my memories gather round Her," you sing, playing a rotting mandolin of the Devourer.

"As of lately, when this world falters," you sing, playing a rotting mandolin of the Devourer.

"She's bright and shining, soaring in the sky," you sing, playing a rotting mandolin of the Devourer.

"Calming taste of white tea, teardrops in my eye." you sing, playing a rotting mandolin of the Devourer.

"Crystal roads, take me home," you sing, playing a rotting mandolin of the Devourer.

"To the place I belong," you sing, playing a rotting mandolin of the Devourer.

"Dear Hallifax, high above us," you sing, playing a rotting mandolin of the Devourer.

"Take me home, crystal roads," you sing, playing a rotting mandolin of the Devourer.

"Oh take me home, crystal roads," you sing, playing a rotting mandolin of the Devourer.

You slow your playing of your instrument, and the sound of your song diminishes until the music is too quiet to be heard.

Warlady Kailanna n'Kylbar, Matriarch of Jackals says to you, "You may wish to change a few of those, yes."

You smile softly.

Voice muffled by his mask, Necrochemist Uzriel d'Vanecu, the Demagogue of Dissonance says, "Just a few."

The soft voice of Niavene tickles your ear, "Hello, Serf. Welcome."

You think to yourself: I'll be home one day pa. But I have to get strong first. I hope you'll be proud of me.