I tried to mourn, but failed.

Too strong was the shock about my comrade's death, shortly after the outpost
incident. It was our hardest mission so far, and after we actually succeeded
we thought nothing could harm us anymore. Oh, we were so wrong.

He left us in the morning. The glimmer of the mushrooms had not yet faded and
the howl of the worms from the depths was a witness of power. My comrade wan-
ted to meet them, to prepare a sacrifice. Thus he went to the temple, said his
prayers, and descended to the catacombs.

Five days later his body was found, massacred to death. Somebody had written
perverted songs on his chest, using caveworm blood, making it thrice shameful.

We screamed.

And now we have to take revenge, we have to find his murderer.

