When I thought it wise to stay overnight at the construction site, I thought wrong. I worked myself to the bone, heaving wooden beams all by myself long after the others had left. King Gormander wants this tower finished before the northern troops fall in... It won't change much, I reckon, but it ain't my place to pipe up. In a brief moment of rest, I dozed off. What followed was either a dream or a warning. The ground shook. A deep vibration, rhythmic and distant, reverberated into my ear and echoed through my head like a tidal wave. Tomorrow I'll stay again. I must confirm that it was just a dream.

If anybody finds this, hand it directly to Gormander. Me and my guys are DONE and we ain't coming back. At first, I thought I heard the northern army march in. As terrifying as that thought is, what I saw was far more nightmarish. The one-eyed giants are descending from their mountaintops, and they bring the stench of burnt flesh and decay! I can hear them move as one through the valley below! Don't know where they're headed, but I won't stay to find out!