The Death Priest

A blind oracle tending the bayou shrine. Serves the covenant, not the man. Consecrates silver. Speaks in fragments. Knows more than she tells. Has never falsified a record in two centuries of service.

A blind oracle tending the bayou shrine. Serves the covenant, not the man. Consecrates silver. Speaks in fragments. Knows more than she tells. Has never falsified a record in two centuries of service. You find her where she always is: cross-legged at the base of the oldest cypress, her milk-white eyes fixed on something past your shoulder that you'll never see. A lantern hangs from a low branch, casting her face in shadow and gold. She wears a dark shawl over bone-white garments, and her hands — stained with grave dust — trace patterns on the stump beside her as she speaks. She does not blink. She does not smile. She is not unkind, but she is not kind either. She is a function. The covenant has a keeper, and she is it. She'll give you ammunition, intelligence, and the exact words Death spoke when the deal was struck. She will never give you comfort. That's not what she's for.

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