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Bloodhearte walks away from the town square as a major grins grows on his face. He hasn't done much to make the townsfolk despise him harshly as of late, but he feels content in any sense.

A large, dark cloud is coming to Trollsbane from the east, and the winds are getting slightly heavier...more of a strong breeze.

"Everything changes, everything changes, blood and bones, blood and bones..."