Porcupine Ridge They managed to rob the New Sheoth palace vaults? Curious.

Maaaybe @Hex? :eyes:

The Anathema.

Wolfbones spread before her, the Blackwater girl listened closely to the faintest whispers of spirits heard as if from across a great distance. Her brother had once confessed that these things were never meant for her. The Anathema; such a hateful name bestowed by her creator.

Yet the doors had not closed themselves to her. A sliver of that dark light shone into the emptiness. She only needed to find a way to slip through the cracks.