Strange tides in these restless places. I see upheaval for those that do not follow code.
It is written in the roosters rosters of the pure Blood,
Drained on white silk, plain for those who need no eyes to see. Yet, there it is...
Stark contrasts fool the mind at a distance, wavering resolve solidified
Beware when the Clucks take flight. Prolific peckers, persistence, tainted in intent.
A blood sacrifice in progress harkens forth....The letting.

M ap manje ou.