"Our thirst for blood satiates us, soothes our fears. Seek the old blood, but beware the frailty of men. Their wills are weak, minds young." *She chants at the alter of the first Vicar, chants for those who yet survive the nightmare...* "The foul beasts will dangle nectar and lure the meek into the depths. Remain wary of the frailty of men. Their wills are weak, minds young. Were it not for fear, death would go unlamented." *... chant's for the hunters success, chant's for the salvati...