Letter from Orin
The Stone Lord's skull echoes with absence, and the tadpole alone is not enough to fill it. Take on the crone's dust-pocked form and fill his thoughts with old adventures, so that he might smile sweetly while he slaughters for us.
And do not pulp the rodent. If its chittering gives the Stone Lord pause, then set it aside for me - so that we might give the great hero a final meal when his work is done.