The priestess casually wipes drops of blood from her chin, smearing red and pink trails across her skin. "When

The priestess casually wipes drops of blood from her chin, smearing red and pink trails across her skin. "When I saw the first signs, I left the capital and came here. The voices led me — the voices of those destined to give their lives at the altar! Oh, Lamashtu feasted well this day! The ground will long be wet with the blood my knife has spilled!"