Letters to Dwarf - 2
You won’t believe what I’m about to tell you. You’ll probably think I’ve been doing drugs, but I promise that I’m not. Our dwarven guide here in the Underdark drugged us, bound us to stalagmites (naked except for our shifts and skivvies), and left us to his master – a gigantic, telepathic, magical catfish. The fish tried to lure us into the water with promises of peace, and one of our party – Tom – accepted. I tried to save him with my music, tried to make him change his mind, but I couldn’t. For a moment, I thought I had him. Then, it grabbed him, and – just like that – he was gone, taken under the water. I saw the bubble of his breath rising to the surface, and I despaired, knowing that I could do nothing to save him. Then, the orcs came, and we battled them – still mostly naked – with broken weapons we found nearby. As we defeated them, they would burst in a shower of poisonous slime. Luckily, Aramil was able to cure the two of us affected. We finally escaped from that place, but without Tom. Our quest to find and save the children continues.