Boner

In an old vacant house located near the Snakehills of Vesper, Padan once again squatted. The place had long since been abandoned by an old Liberator of Vesper, likely dead for all Padan knew. The furniture had cobwebs and dust settling on it, and rats had moved in. This didn't bother him though, as he had other things on his mind.

On the walls are writings written in chalk, mostly incoherent nonsense and only revealing the thoughts of a deranged madman to those who happen to stumble upon it, but who would enter a condemned Liberators house besides the strays of Sosaria?

One passage reads,

"On the walls of my abode, I submit to thee an insight into brilliance,
A mind not bound by the laws and virtues of the commoner, No lies are told.
Here brothers, we are safe from those that condemn us, rest and recover.
But do not linger.
It was I that orchestrated the Yells of Yew. It was I that ended their dreams.
It was I that sent them to the deep sleep of the Beyond to be Judged and Condemned.
Long have those that hold me in confidence watched us, and judged us.
*Next line is not legible*
Thus we wait and watch them, for they know not of whom they have brought into their houses.
Whom they trust their children and wives with.
Whom they call outcast and mock and belittle.
The Yells of Yew will come again, for they cannot stop us.
We have tasted the sensation once more, and found the taste too sweet to give up.
Rest now brothers.
But do NOT linger."

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