Ever and anon since the day Huan the Accursed broke the body of Tevildo and his mighty spirit fled from the earth, we have become a diminished race; the ruin of power and glory. Cursed ever to flee before the righteous Hound.
Even the memory of our dignity and might of old is utterly forgotten among mortal Men.
We have become estranged from those servants of Melkor the Glorious who should be our brothers in arms.
So now I, Umuiyan the Dark, named after the great door cat of Angband, and accounted wise among my folk, am forced to play loyal pet to a foolish mortal who fancies herself a creature of the Dark.
