My Dearest Cousin, I write to you now in great fear. Things that haunt my every waking moment, and fill every unconscienceness with trepidation. Such coil that hath wrapped around every man, woman, and child at King Hrothgar's court, utter horror. It was only two nights ago that my comrades and I were having a fabulous feast in the Hart. The great Mead Hall of the ring-giver, King Hrothgar. Men stumbled about like mules, reeking of sweet mead. Having returned from a battle we filled our bellies with good food, and our hearts with the stories of the scop. The...
before us. The looks upon these grown men's faces, would have twisted the very mountains! To be unaware of a demon creeping about around their warm, blood filled bodies, and to not have been taken? The other three spectators and myself shared our visions of horror.

We concluded that thirty of King Hrothgar's men had been slain! We met with the King to discuss what measures would be taken to rid our land of this beast. Now, we can only hope that this will be possible, and that this creature, this evil demon craving men's blood, shall be destroyed.