In the last days of our stay in Nightstone, we lay to rest the victims of of the attack from the ,"Flying Castle", and the subsequent sacking of its remains by villainous creatures. Not all has been accounted for and the atrocities overload the senses. I find an increasing anger in my prayers as I give benediction to each of the departed and then watch as they are entombed. That anger grew to white hot rage when delivering my services to The Lady Velrosa Nandar, High Steward of Nightstone.
I will find the ones responsible, their names are going right into my Holy Book of Grudges!
Upon this, I will swear my oath that justice will be delivered those names!