Yvelia was not my home, but I understood suffering, and I was no stranger to the senseless kind of death that nipped at the heels of the weak and the vulnerable. If I could do something to help put an end to the bloodshed here, then I would. I had to try, at least. And call it wishful thinking, but I still had hope for the members of the Blood Court. Hope that they could be redeemed.
