Doctor Mercer's Letter to Pharmacist Graysbane

Dearest Friend Graysbane. I am writing with hopes that your Dromish upbringing and experience might be able to conclude a mystery that I have become ensnared by over these last three months. I have personally diagnosed not less than twenty-five instances of Ego Dysphoria in the good city of Freeport. Prepare yourself for a discombobulating tale which will surely sound to you like I've become one of my patients. But I beg of you, do not dismiss what I am saying. Something is truly amiss in Freeport. While the identities might be variable, the story is the same. A general complaint of uneasiness which gives way to paranoia. The notion of the paranoia is always the same. A perfectly inexplicable fear that dear friends and family are trying to kill them. No medica I have available, nor hypnosis will break them of the notion that their loved ones are trying to bring them to absolute ruin. However, the symptoms progress from there. Without fail, the patient will come to the sudden and profound realization that they are not the rightful owners of their physical forms. That is to say, they believe that they are not themselves, but an unknowable someone else who has come to the ill-fate of inhabiting the visage of one whose family is trying to murder them. I describe them as dreadful and unsettling at this stage. However, the tale does not end there. The patient then desires to eat rocks above all other sustenance, believing that the ground beneath the ice holds secrets for them. There they persist, growing ever more insistent that they must dig and devour the ground itself. In an effort to keep them eating, we've taken to mixing dirt and silt into their porridge to make it more palatable. Perhaps it is the long nights of Freeport, but I grow more and more unnerved by what I can only describe as a pandemic. Though to ascribe such a thing to this phenomena is idiotic. To my knowledge the afflicted share not food, family, friend, station, or geography. Yet four months ago I had two cases of Ego Dysphoria but the next month I had five. And the month just past not less than fifteen more. I fear for next month. I beg you spirit yourself to Freeport. Come by the fastest means possible. Do not hesitate. Do not delay. Run, dear friend Graysbane. Run. - Doctor Heather Mercer.