Valkur's Lament

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As night falls over the clustered city of Valkur's Roar, Inquisitor Steel can be seen making her way up the steps of a gated wall...

"You can almost smell their sweat, my little friend."

She gently flicks a moth from the shadows of the parapet, watching it flitter off into the coming night...

"The poison has been cut out... we must prepare for what comes next."

Steel hoods up and lights her lantern bright against the city's dark alleys...

" ...I am not the hand of mercy."