The Cloak of night...
In the cloak of night, a black slig sits in a tree - leaving his pants on the floor. Inspecting this area new to him. He is a good mental mapper, just looking from a tree he can know the whole cities lay out.
Dusk: His city, maybe I can find answers. The answers to going to my home. I'm so old, why can't the curse just pass, I though it was a gift, he told me if I agreed I'd be sorry. And I am, sorry for asking for the power of the dark. The power of the immortal, a gift from the devil. That necromancer.... I'll never forget his face. God, even hell is looking good now, I just want out of curse, my stiched body, the disattachedment of limbs all the time... I just want out!
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