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>>5387805>Any way we can still keep her from reporting to the church?not reporting the whole expedition?
Getting on her bad side.
>How does Rakta feel about Lucy?Didn’t even consider it. Maybe later.
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The cat:
The orange shadow had been with us long before we arrived in the wasteland.
Many of us had come across it at some point, always on the edge of our camp.
Only seen at night and under wayward lunar light.
The priests who accompanied us denied the existence of such an omen.
But they always slept with holy symbols in hand, betraying the truth.
It was on the third day, about to reach the capital, that we heard her shrieking.
The fires were out and the night guards were asleep.
We insomniacs had to seek refuge in Milagros.
The Goddess of Delirium did not save us.
We felt the end coming.
And we survived the city.
When the sun first set after the escape of the winged beasts, there was a ray of hope.
Death had been outwit, fate eluded, we would live.
And for the first time we saw the omen of our doom.
It moved freely under carts and tents.
Being ignored or unseen by the majority.
But I see it.
And here I sit, writing you my last letter
My food is getting cold and my companions have moved away from me.
I know I will die tomorrow.
Under the light of the stars I have the devil by my side.
Howling my doom.
The laughter of the beasts that fly over us reinforcing its message.
I won't sleep tonight either.
Yours truly.
Edrat.
