Day 0, Road to Alaric
‘Til death we hunt the night—
‘Til death we protect the weak—
We, who were born of light;
We, who were delieved to dusk.
When darkness raises its impotent fist,
When darkness reaches to strangle the land,
We will be waiting, Shades in the Shadow;
We will be waiting to strike.
After the ceremony I was brought my horse. Tonight I’ll sleep under the stars.