Meadowlark Prairie to hold a flame to a gas filled lake

His mother had abandoned Blackfeather Woods. Either Vaati's absence had truly been so harrowing to the woods, or she was simply, dead. Vaati made his peace with that. Yet what caused him to scoff was not the news of the wood's dwindling numbers - he had expected that - but the talk of the Dark Brotherhood, like it was something to be proud of. Now, it pitifully consisted only of halfwits and the elderly, unable to live up to its reputation nor hold any attention. Blackfeather Woods, the Dark Brotherhood, it was all obsolete in his eyes and existed as nothing more than what the claimed to be. It needed to die, to fizzle out silently, and with it all those who turned their backs on him. "The Dark Brotherhood is a sham, and has been for a very long time. I know where my younger sister is and I could not care less about the rest." His words are cold and unforgiving, holding no impression of doubt or guilt. He means everything he says, and holds no internal qualms about it. "Blackfeather Woods got what was coming to them, and one day they will burn for their betrayal. Take that as you will." In his voice, he holds his own promises. Not vows he is particularly ready to uphold on, but a prophecy that was written in stone and sworn over his soul.