To the selfish desperate,

The final words we had for you were that you not squander the gift you were given.

It was the gift of the cycle.

Turning to vampirism spits in on our collective work for for you.

Not of the Dominion? You split that hair quite finely, leech. You will reap what you sow and the wilds will collect.

She will not be denied.


Deaths Arbiter,
Traice

Penned by my hand on Falsday, the 13th of Ivolnos, in the year 5 AC.