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"I used to have a son, you know." On the way to Tsagualsa aboard the "Sheldroon", Curze reminisces about Sevatar. Elver, as usual, suffers for it. But suffering is the sole privilege of no one.
Ok guys, who is in the mood to get absolutely FUCKED UP on angst and Night Lord daddy issues? (with a general helping of the tornado of horror and feels that is Konrad Curze?)












