They came in droves again, yesterday. Sunburnt, heathens. They twist and mangle their bodies everytime they bow to their gods, their idols, the Ancients. Too many mouths to feed. They only want alms. I'd send them back to the Kindlewastes.
Seed Of Suspicion is a lore note.
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They came in droves again, yesterday. Sunburnt, heathens. They twist and mangle their bodies everytime they bow to their gods, their idols, the Ancients. Too many mouths to feed. They only want alms. I'd send them back to the Kindlewastes.