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the evil that has made its home there, and that
they may see fit to become our allies. If not . .
. then it will be that much greater a battle,
Holiness. Was it not you who said that a
single man may sometimes succeed where an
army of men would fail?

Hesseth will be coming with me. It is her
right, she says, and her duty. It is an awesome
thing to watch the species altruism unfold in
her - rakhene in its origins, perhaps, but
utterly human in its expression. As for the
fallen Prophet . . . he escaped true death by a
slender margin, and I do not know whether to
give thanks or weep that the living world
must still suffer his presence. For if power
such as his could be bound to our purpose,
our chance of success would be increased a
thousandfold.

Bind evil to serve a worthy cause, the
Prophet wrote, and you will have altered its
nature forever. I pray it will be so with him.

Thus it is, your Holiness, that as soon as I
seal this letter (and find a reliable messenger,
no easy task in this city) I will be leaving for
Faraday. If luck is with me I will find a ship
and a crew in time to sail with the spring
tides, before the storm season threatens. But
only if I move quickly. Holiness, I beg for
your blessing. For my enterprise, if not for
myself. It pains me deeply that I cannot
return to Jaggonath to ask this in person, to
kneel before you in the tradition of my Order
and renew my vows before departing, but
time does not permit it. Who can say what
new evil may be spawned in a year, by a
creature who feeds on crippled souls? I know
that you would approve of my mission and
 sanction my haste if you could. Thus I seal
this letter, and append to it all the information
I have gathered in recent months, sending it
to Jaggonath in my stead. May it serve you
well. God willing, I shall return triumphant to
add to it.

I remain, obediently,

Your servant and His, Damien Kilcannon