I see you, cowarding behind your stone walls. You fight, you steal; you even kill your own. You fear your neighbors, surrounded in uncertainty, a weapon drawn in the dark and kept in the light. Do not beg for mercy, beg not for forgivenesss; the Worthy shall heed to call of the night. Hear you not the voices? The symphony of battle that beckons a Huntsman? Those that serve will only flourish if truly a further good is in their heart, for greed, only ruin will be met.
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