70 - I try Arkan Herb for the first time

I left the Winter Palace that day, the last day of the year, to go back to the city in time for Jizmitthra. This year my costume was bones. Not a skeleton, but bones hung around me, clattering and banging, a big weird skull over my head with a cow’s horn on one side and an antler on the other. It was the child’s nightmare version of the Summoner to Death, long steel claws on leather-strapped