"It was. Dangerous creatures appeared often, and the further you went from town, the more likely it was you would fall victim to them."

His hands curl around his own tea. It's familiar, to him. And strange at the same time. Trench had never had such a pure type. You were lucky to find it at all. Now it just feels like a luxury.

"Arrival - the 'waking' - had the affect of literally altering one's blood, as well. One of my companions became what was known as 'Vileblood', one whose blood was actually poison to all except himself."