Gerald

I am a humble bean farmer from Stonehill. Last year, we suffered a terrible drought. The well ran dry, and I watched my prized beanstalks wither and dry on my bean poles. The few bean pods that grew, did something strange as they dried up. They discoloured in a striking pattern and curled up and all seemed to point in the same direction. That night I had the strangest dream where the pods pulsed with irredescent colours and spoke to me: “Seek the veil.”

I took it to be a sign. I packed my things and headed in the direction the dried up bean husks were pointing. After a few days journey I stumbled upon the strangest procession of people carrying pieces of a vault accompanied by huge grey creatures. I fell to my knees and wept for joy. My years of bean farming has prepared me for the greatest adventure of my life!