The Blackreach Index holds what is known and what has been pieced together. Timelines. Maps. Glossaries. No names here are living, but some may still be watching.
The hunter. Steady hand. Wounded past. Once hunted shadows; now walks among them.
The shield. Heavy with muscle and mystery. Carries something deeper than rage. Or maybe older.
The spark. Sardonic, clever, cursed. His magic burns crooked and the voices laugh louder.
The root. Kind eyes, clever hands. And a whispering cat that might not be a cat at all.
"...The wards hold for now. Marrow is beginning to suspect, she's started asking questions about the high security patients. I've kept the new intake forms from her, but eventually she'll get her hands on a copy."