Brendan Mason wanders through town...desolate, alone....and tired.
He hope that an end can come to his problem soon and pins a message to the town hall wall...
"Please, Kalypse....Moathia....Lanthromire....
I cannot continue like this much longer. I am losing other senses....my sight is weakening, I can longer hear distant things.
The curse is getting much worse...soon I may be nothing but a vegetable!"
Brendan turns away from the wall and walks off to a cold corner, slowly fading away.
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Kalypse reads the note and her eyes loses the light in it and her face loses the smile. She then answers Brendan's call for help.
"Brendan, my dear friend... we already know what must be done. We have searched for you many times but we had no luck. Where have you been, my friend? We must get your voice and now... your senses... back. I am worried. We are all worried about you."
Kalypse leaves the message wondering how long until they can do what must be done.
"Brendan, my dear friend... we already know what must be done. We have searched for you many times but we had no luck. Where have you been, my friend? We must get your voice and now... your senses... back. I am worried. We are all worried about you."
Kalypse leaves the message wondering how long until they can do what must be done.