:On a tower-cap trunk you find some script scrawled.:
To whom it may concern that finds this, here lies perhaps the last words of a dwarf.
I, Kosoth Tombfissures, entered the cave and slew the dragon Tusnung Jadeswelter the Glowning Taxes.
Heady with my success and my pack filled with a dragon's hoard gathered over a millennium, I took a wrong turn after the deed was done....
It is the evening of the fourth day as best as I can figure sense I entered this cursed cave and slew that beast that claimed the lives of more than 90 in its thirst for murder.
I have long sense resorted to stating my thirst with the muddy waters I find myself often neck deep in. My food is all but gone, I have only a single lungfish I caught yesterday. I don't think I could bring myself to eat it unless the most dire starvation takes me. There has been nothing remotely edible sense.
I recently discovered what I am calling a "Draltha." I have never seen anything like it before, I don't know why but I feel that I should call it a "she." She is a large, long-bodied grazer with a thick mane that feeds on the tops of towercap mushrooms down here. She appears to be very fat and otherwise enormous overall. Her hair is yellow and eyes brown. I know not if she is docile or hostile, sentient or otherwise.
I am desperate enough to try and speak with her and ask for food and a way out. If it should not go well, then at least I left a mark on the world. I grow tired and weary of this place, it has an undwarven feel to it.
Regards,
Kosoth Tombfissures,