This night brings many a dark warnings to those who are without their dead man's hand's. The fowl stench permeates the air with centuries old decay and all will shiver in their sleep as I stalk the evening. I throw caution to the wind and live without warning, for the Baron fears no one. Should ye cross my path they best to look away for I will
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