Duskfire Glacier lluvia

"tonight," silvertongue repeated, her voice an encouraging whisper of silk. "you should. find pleasure in your body, exhaust yourself. you will sleep, faust," the former courtesan said with encouragement. each day in darukaal limned the once-fellahin in shadowcloaks of what she had been. this moment was no different. "i once lived in a palace. there we had such a dark drink as to put the mind to sleep for a long while." her eyes were elaborate, but her words offered nothing more. such images were only that for her now; imaginings. recollections.