Shuka-the-Echigoya

Have you heard the tale of Mathieu Bellamont, and the great treachery of Cheydinhal? *** There is a sharp tug, a pull behind his eyes and suddenly he is cold, blinking at the muted light of the twin moons, obscured both by trees and the softly falling snow. The hazy chaos of the Void is gone for the moment, the Listener needs him. They move, quiet and light as shadows through the darkness, never speaking a word. The branches tangle in his robes, scratch at exposed skin, and for a moment he forgets he is only a spirit. They wait for hours, crouched and shrouded, watching the bustle of people move back and forth, oblivious. Every unknown fa