A letter found its way into my hands, unmarked, and unprecedently written on the finest gold-hued paper with an old-style ink pen. It was from Nidar, of course. How it found its way into Bhutan on my mountain top safety zone, I do not know. After reading it, I made my preparations and left to meet him. Nidar. The horrid scoundrel!
The letter read:
To Druk "The Thunder Dragon",
Druk, Druk, Druk! My past mentee, friend, and now enemy! How goes it with you? It's been too long of a time since I contacted you like this, and I believe it's time to spill out a bit of my secrete. Indeed, I was Nidhogg, the notorious eater of worlds! My memory of all that is completely intact. I did lose my mind for a short period of time, and for that, I'm most certainly apologetic for the destruction caused.
