“Greetings, Shadowblade.
I hope you are not too upset that I began without you, I have a bit of trouble controlling myself around the mindless undead.
Yes, you heard me right. Taerir, the very Taerir that has been standing in the Hall of Shadows for many months now, was the undead pawn of a dreadlord.
And there are more of them - in our cities, rising through the ranks of the aristocracy, growing in power and influence, and nearly undetectable.”
