There is a Hunger.
The Hunger grows ever stronger, biting, gnawing at him.
What construct of flesh and bone can satiate it?
Only the Naergloan.
He offers only this exchange: A memory of a picnic and the life-debt of the Dog-Child in return for the Naergloan, or best offer.
[Relayed Message From R4920 by The Evergrowing Hunger]
