A letter hangs in the High town tavern, handwritten in swooping, practiced script; To the people of New Haven, Announcing the proposed addition of a hospital wing to the High town tavern to the benefit of all citizens of the New Haven outpost. To be overseen by experienced and competent medical staff at all times, under the tutelage of the Healer's Guild, the hospital will be available to all, with resources on reserve for any and all needs. To be established in the near future, any and all citizens are welcome to volunteer and participate in the health and welfare of our new home. For donations, or to volunteer medical aid or security, please reach out to any of the undersigned. Yours, in health, Thorniir Daelana, Surgeon First Class Dr. Ebrahim Walid, Founder of the Healer's Guild Dr. Volnin Grozny Myrddin
I Narook walk and hunt at night... Filling my lust for blood with beast and sharpening my skills to as better my senses....theres nothing more fufilling than a good hunt. I walk through high town all bloody and with a smile on my face knowing that people might think i killed one of theirs. Ive quenched my blood multiple time with animals but humanoid blood does not satisfy me...I wonder if its my former human self or simply taste. I remember my former self afraid of the dark notq knowing what lurks withing... now its just pure bliss every step, every sip of blood, every manor in wich i do things even when talking to friends or the sweets made in tavern with a taste worthy of kings to feast upon and seeing New Haven flourish with new comers and old alike experiencing this make me fell more alive than ever... I wonder who will join me in my next hunt or.... Will they be to scared to? O shotar guide me through the night as inil does during daylight... my elders have granted me this gift and its so beautifully sweet.