Ole Lukoje's notes

It is seven years today since we last saw Syanna and Anarietta. The spell is really starting to decay now -- and some of the residents of this land are beginning to go mad. The Wolf murdered Little Red Riding Hood and the Hunter, the Witch roasted Tom Thumb alive along with the Seven Hengforsians, and pixies attack anyone who comes near. We sought shelter in the clouds, but the Giant drove us away. Our last resort is the ship of King Thrushbeard. We are planning to wait the worst of it out in the middle of the lake.