Where are we? What are we? Too many voices… too loud… hard to think…
We were made… Weaver? Mother? No, Mother did not make us. The one Mother took the Tool from made us. That one is gone now. Gone from a sound…so loud, everything different now.
Where is Mother? Must think! What did we see? Images and words mixed up, pieces missing. People…warriors… a toad with horns… small loud cat… a living machine… a firbolg…a god? Can’t tell….What name? League. The League…are they friend or enemy? Not sure…Need to find Mother…Need to find League…Need answers…
Where to start?… Visions…Memories? No, not memories. Not ours. A sign? A warning? Unclear. Place where land and water meet. Covered in graves? Coffins…No, Caskets! Find the Caskets…Mother may have left something…But what?
Too many voices…too many holes… in our minds and body…We need to fill the missing pieces… We need to patch the holes…
No…Not We… We are now I…

I…Am…Patch.