You can not hear them speak but they have spoken.
You can not see them move but they walk among us.
Tonight
Met with growing suspicion, dislike and distrust, the Atalan once more leave their haven. Once more they search for the strongest backs and seek to quell the sharpest tongues.
Many deals were made, bargains sealed, simple pleasures exchanged, agreements of protection to be delivered.
Even ones love of baked discs' of sugary warm goodness lured her forward to sign her hand.
Fear, anger and deception now grow across the land, shadows deepen, and the seemingly innocent quickly turn to any that will aid, principles and morals be damned...
It is in this fine moment, when the eyes are upon them, that they dissipate simultaneously with a simple incline of the Bloodroot's head.
A book the only evidence of this nights work.