The fortress grows darker…

WaxedLetters, shit. I'm still only in WaxedLetters. Every time I think I'm going to
wake up back in the fortress. When I was home after my first tour,
it was worse. I'd wake up and there'd be nothing...
I hardly said a word to my dwarven bride until I said yes to a divorce.
When I was here I wanted to be there. When I was there, all I
could think of was getting back into the fortress.
I've been here a week now. Waiting for a mission, getting
softer. Every minute I stay in this room I get weaker. And every minute
the goblins squat in the bush they gets stronger.
Each time I look around the walls move in a little tighter.

Everyone gets everything he wants. I wanted a mission, and for my sins 
they gave me one. Brought it up to me like room service. Welcome to Helmgorge.

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