LORD REVANDREL
In the solitude of my private quarters, my body thrummed with s****l satisfaction, my bloodlust sated.
After bathing and changing into fresh black robes, I approached the old shelf tucked in the corner and withdrew the Moonmirror.
A magical relic that was beautifully ancient and deceptively delicate. Its surface shimmered faintly even in rest.
I carried it to its mount beside the chamber’s wall. A position that allowed me to view it clearly, whether I was working at my desk or lounging in bed.
The Moonmirror was one of the most expensive things I had ever purchased. A rare, nearly extinct relic from the Yurellian age. I rarely put it to use.
Pouring the sacred water that came with it into a shallow ceremonial bowl, I dipped the mooncloth in and wiped away the fine laye
