"Morwenna" would be as quiet and peaceful as my late aunt, I imagine... if it weren't for those pests!

They gnaw at everything I build! From barn to edifice, monument to manor... ripped to shreds by wild beasts! It's as if they're laughing at my artistry!

They weren't always so ferocious. Forced to leave their natural habitats, maybe? Is it this spreading blight people whisper about? Aunt Irvetta says they seem "scared" more than anything. Back then, I couldn't see her point... which she blamed on my one remaining eye. I did not find this jest to be funny.

I planned to name a town after you, too, dear Irvetta. Once. Now, perhaps I'd consider a village. Maybe a hamlet. Or a hovel.
You're my least favorite aunt for a reason, Irvetta!

Cade Hawthorn, 500 D.A.