Dark swathed with vile intent, they performed their deed as good as he.
Fitting subjects to that great knowing monarch, might they kneel in the end - if they were to know their role.
The vagrant thought of their malicious smiles as he crept through the tunnels, the burden of their trade clasped tightly to his chest.
Judgement bubbled in the great wrappings of flesh and fetor that composed the expanse of sewer and king, a din of whispers and howls rattled across the stones as the reagents pulled from the worn satchel. A filthy tome dictated their need.
1. BEAST TONGUE
Long and seperntine, dreadfully fresh.
2. BRINED EYES
From faraway beasts.
3. TEETH, SCALES, BONES.
Treasures of the depths.
The rune set. The small sorrow placed. The instructions were read with care, the reagents placed with precision. The vagrant waited.
