A blood-stained goblet the Traitor would drain at the end of every execution. Even amidst the screams and pleas of the condemned, she would calmly tilt her glass, celebrating the life she had chosen. Perhaps it is infused with the twisted prosperity she once enjoyed; drinking from it fills one with a surge of tireless vitality.
A blood-stained goblet the Traitor would drain at the end of every execution. Even amidst the screams and pleas of the condemned, she would calmly tilt her glass, celebrating the life she had chosen. Perhaps it is infused with the twisted prosperity she once enjoyed; drinking from it fills one with a surge of tireless vitality.