Saviour's,
I entered the perilous journey into the underdark with clan brothers and sisters; who's dreams were of forging a kingdom new. I have witness, dealt, and suffered at the hands of the aberrant threat from my very first step into the place where caverns stop being caverns and are instead twisted with such creatures that do not belong to this world. I have seen good dwarves cut to shreds by the hook horror and have lost unknown years of memory, bar the most smallest of shades from an enthrallment that has left my body in continuous ache and with a rasp of a voice.
My finding at the hands of Ordinant Huntinghawk and my recovery within the chapterhouse was meaning for a cause, the cause of the society. I may have once had aspirations of grandeur but no more. I seek the destruction of all aberrants and that is grandeur enough for my clan and my life. This letter is to state my want for crusading arm and arm with others and acceptance into the ordered mind. Though you may refuse me, duty will have me hunt them alone if need be.
Gratefully yours.
Murk Ettinender
Last Stand.