The Creature’s eyes unfocused. “Dolphus; Loss, pain, suffering, mutilation, fear, and hope.” He seemed to snap out of it relatively quickly. Immediately he scuttled over to a stool and picked up a letter, he turned and presented it to Dolphus.
On the letter was written.
A young shipbuilder looked on his work with pride. He had completed his first ship, all the care and pride with which he’d worked really showed in the final product. The ship was an absolute beauty, a vessel fit for a king, but who to crew it? The shipbuilder knew he’d have to make his choices carefully. Perhaps a blind lottery? No, that seemed ridiculous, the ship would require far more than that. Instead he knelt and prayed, prayed to his god.
He expected nothing, even the most pious individual can be ignored. Instead however his fate was rewarded, when he opened his eyes friends long gone seemed to walk the deck. Vaunted heroes all, they now strode the deck in ordinary roles. So the man wept, everything he’d worked for was coming to pass.
As the man slept that night, a vision came to him, a chosen individual residing in a land far away. He was also given glimpses, brief images of people whom he should find. When the man rose he knew what he must do. He got out his pen and began to write.
“Good friend wrote that” Devan said proudly. “Devan writes to all his friends, good friends write back. Other friends likely busy.” At this moment, he appeared to notice Dolphus’ injury. “You hurt” it stated simply. “Devan fix?” He held out one long fingered hand.