The Demon Speaks (event)
Character: King Wishiwashi of Was-Banthon Combine
I hear their whispers, demon, maneater, child snatcher and yet it is I who they come to in hopes of securing Kardwen blades. It was that long-haired chief, Witch-Breaker they call him, who placed his terms on my table, join his coalition or be left alone in the fog. Spit on it! But alas, there was only ever one choice. Had I been a younger man, I may have turned him down, eager to reap heads from whatever thing lies dormant in that swirling mist. But I have seen enough, seen its thick, screaming mass, seen what it does to a man who is trapped in its path, to know what option lay before me, death either way, death of our way of life or death of all of us. And so we marched, but I fear we are just like the goose of my grandmother's fables, who flew west in hopes of finding spring, only to find that winter would find him no matter how hard he hid.
These are the last days of autumn