M. and thok letter (part 9)

M. and Thonk (part 9) is a drop in dungeoneering

It says:

Little sister, I can't think or sleep for worries when'd I get like this, Bryll? Terrible visions of the future plague me: you, begging in the alleys of Varrock; Thok's wound, cankerous and rotten, opening to reveil a giant eye; and me, tongue rolled to the back of me throat, as I am prepared to be eaten by the warped creatures op this place. I... I can barely walk forward and more now Bryll, and Thok will not look at me any more. He says that I am not myself and won't walk to me until his Marm' comes back. Bless the brute - imagine being so empty of any concerns or doubts.

We are down one floor shy of sixty (I have notches on my primal sword hilt), and a huge hulking beast awaits us in the next room. That's nothing remarkable, but the thoughts of another battle seems to ebb all energy from me. it's like my hope and will-to-survive has been devoured. I...I think I just want to say goodbye, Bryll. M.