Blackwater Islands bleak

another ailing visitor filled with outrage for the path cut for her by the fates, restless on their shores even as she sapped their resources. the listener felt her exhaustion sink bone-deep.

for a moment, she recalled the sweet violence of her youth. perhaps she would let the keeper kill this one. she was so tired of those who doubted.

but no.

i am the listener, her stare was level. there is one here like you. a revenant spirit. harka, we call him. i have come to bring you to him.

the listener believed that she would unlock the secrets he held. she was the key; the missing spark that left harka languishing. she had voidfire in her, but pale and brilliant like the moon. the prophet was certain that their similarities could not be coincidence.