Word from along the High road.
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Travellers coming from the west speak of events a few days past.
A group of adventurers, some in livery others without, entered Eveningscar and set about taunting the tormented souls of those judged during the Angelic holocaust with outpourings of emotion and love. A knife twisted in the gut of those forever denied such things. Such cruelty; who would be that heartless as to salt the wounds of those so tragically damned?
