"Dark days are these.

"I am mourning the loss of my friend. I am a broken man, incomplete.

"I left my home on a quest to destroy the bag or hide it forever but my heart died the day my friend did and I now lack motivation, purpose and hope.

"Every day is a struggle to exist. Every day is a fight.

"The witches are coming for me. Three remain. Two travel from their mysterious kingdom of Kakkakin and the third has spent an eternity alone. Epochs of isolation have driven him mad and he successfully anticipates our every move. He plots and schemes. He waits for us.

"I must stay ahead of the witches but the little I understand of the wide world is in flux. Rights to the crown are being contested and life's proving to be dangerous both at home and abroad. There is another golem, madder and more dangerous than the Tracker and the Turned continue to seek us out. Some come to kill us whilst others to join our disparate group of survivors.

"Men, Turned, witches and my ever expanding assemblage struggle to find a place in these rapidly changing lands and only time will tell if we can survive all the trouble that's heading our way.

"And I still have that damn bag and I swear it's started to look at me."