[Dandeli]

 

In the wake of a twinkling twilight, a wayfarer returns to his small village in Western Meranthe.
He blows out his lantern, and steps into the tangerine-lit clearing, only to find in the dead of night five innocent men of no magical prowess have been half-eaten.
All that remains is some eyes, some fingers, and a giant, gorish note dispatched across the breadth of the cobbled well:

 

IF THOU DOST WISH TO ENTER FATHER'S DELIGHTFUL REALM, DISPATCH A MISSIVE TO TROPHIA.

  

RELEASE THY FEARS AND DWELL IN A WORLD OF SAVORY AND SWEET DELICIOUSNESS!
  
COME HITHER, WOMAN OF A THOUSAND TAILS, WHO SHINES LIKE THE SUN.
  
I SHALL PUT THY SORROW TO AN END!

ME AND MINE FATHER AWAIT YOU.