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[biteoffherhead]

[Voice]

[As always, Moro's use of the journal is extremely minimal. She has only one thing to say to any of you, as she is so kind as to warn you all in advance.]

I have returned. All who grievously harm this forest will die.

[Action]

[With that, Moro can be found in the forest, slowly and stiffly walking about to get herself familiar with the forest of Luceti once more. She sniffs at the bark of trees, scratches at some patches of dirt with her claws, and otherwise silently moves. She has no mark of the demon, as many of her victims from over a year ago have... she has nothing amiss about her other than the bleeding of her chest wound, which is simply dripping along the path she is walking.

She has not yet approached the village. All she has done is use her journal to address them, and she is currently carrying the paper book in her mouth.]

Comments

[Voice]

[biteoffherhead]

The mountain is not theirs. We will not surrender it to them. And so they decided simply to kill us, to get what they so selfishly want.

[Voice]

[cilantro]

Hrm...it sounds like the people of your world have an incorrigible taste to them. I have not heard their side of the story, but resorting to killing someone to get something you want is still not an appetizing option that I'd like to consider...

[...Then again, Cilan's not all that comfortable with killing, period. Even the idea of killing people in battles or drafts here in Luceti is not something he's eager about, despite the fact that their enemies usually try to kill them here.]

[Voice] (LATE AS ANYTHING)

[biteoffherhead]

It is the way of the world. That is why the gods have such power. Life depends on the gods' strength.