“It was a night of fire, metal and blood, of dancing and laughter. Swirling in and inbetween, the pillars of the universe. Women wearing veils and men without their faces. All there clinging knew, gripping daggers with delighted smiles, that when the music stopped, the killing waiting. High above and all around, magpies circling, cheering, cooing and cackling. Who is bold enough to stop the dancing, and first to die? Knowing full well, the grave would not keep them.”
-“March of the Black Witch part II” Lyran dif Accord, Demimonde of fallen Tunnelon.