Been some time. Damn Qeynos upstarts, thinking that they could bag themselves a wanted murderer AND a few Freeporters.
I guess that's what I get for deciding the Velahr weren't for me.
This Vera ratonga, a Ratelli rat, found me shortly after I left Velahr and right afore the Qeynosian bounty hunters showed up. She pointed me in the direction of a place called Bloodthorn, thinking I'd fit in nicely with their lot.
I'd made a little headway with them before the bounty hunters made me decide it was best to be scarce. Weren't one of them entirely, but I'd at least put up for Confession.
Anyway, I got back at the right time, I guess. There's a lot of change brewing for Bloodthorn, and I caught the wave as it was coming to a head.
Her wedding night ruined by betrayal, I watched Avarice stand at a point somewhat like the one I stood on when I was her age - she could either shrivel up, let everything weigh her down and kill her inside...or she could rise up and fight back, take what she needed and make herself whole again.
The kid fought back, boy, did she ever. The little pet spirit locked up in Pestilence had started getting my doubts about Bloodthorn up, her snide little comments about slaves and pets exactly the opposite of what Vera'd said I'd find here, but after watching little Shelly tonight, I ain't gonna let it get to me.
Found a lot of respect for the girl, since most else I know give up when confronted with their worse fears and the deepest betrayals, but she didn't - she came up swing, just like I did.
With her leading Bloodthorn, I know I'm in the right hands...took almost three hundred years, but I am at last.
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