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ALASDAIR
- Dark Sorcerer -
Keeping to the shadows and skulking around the palace is degrading. It’s as if I’m cowering like a spineless dog. I should be the one these people bow down to and worship.
I look down at the talisman and it glows the blood red color it normally does after getting a dose of energy. It’s warm as it touches my chest from the unsuspecting victims I laid claim to just moments ago. No one at the palace is going to notice some worthless servants that have gone missing. Taking their power is energizing, but it is minor at best. I need someone with a little more power before I make my move tonight. I look around the ballroom at the hundreds of fae striding around and having a splendid time. They have no clue I’m here, watching and waiting. To make a bold statement,
