Blackfeather Woods deepest sympathies

Oh yes.

His blood was far from dead, but he would allow the spirit to think of him that way. They were a spirit, it wasn’t like they could see the gold running in his veins.

Pelagius was a creature divine and holy, and everyone he met would soon see that.

An altar, you say? His eyes in the dark are a sharp gleam.

It is not needed. His grin was a slice of silver.

Its god is already here.