4 NERGALGARD
I wake to the song of my Brothers and Sisters of the wild places, as they who are my Totem and my name pay homage to their mistress moon. They have filtered out of the forest shade, a welcome to Lobo and me. They stand in a ring around the cabin, and their fur gleams silver in the light of the full moon.
Lobo knows my plans and stands ready to go with me to the rambling Manse that is the holding of the Watchers called Nergalgard. In the early days, we raised this building of stones and arches from the foam of world lines by our combined wills. I try to limit my time at the holding because its call pulls at my essence, and if I were to stay too long, I might never leave. Any place where one of us stays will strengthen and eat the near shadows, becoming more real. Walkers have
