Don't cast me to shadows depth,
i am neither friend nor foe. Thoughts
travel the unrestrained streets of
Ghammorah, yet I rape no saints.
Judge me not for the fruit of my
feast, nor the ale of my leisure as
my sabbath is not your own. I dare
not flood your village, nor demand
allegiance. Only questions rest to
ponder in my wake, yours to ash.
May they least feed your fires, round
which your people gather.
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