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[closerift]

[ Though she's had her hands on the communication device for months, Cecily still isn't entirely sure how to use it. Not well enough that it's taken her until now to send out a city-wide message, anyway. As a result, though, she texts as if she's writing a letter. ]

Hadriel,
Her name may be 'Delight,' but do not forget that she is one of them. Do not forget all that they have done to us since our arrival and how little they know of us or care for our safety.
Most of all, do not forget the last time that they offered us something edible.
I promise that I am as much in need of a drink as anyone else, but I remember too well what their gift of food did for us, or, rather, to us.
I would not be surprised to find that their bar offers much the same danger.

Be well,
Inquisitor Trevelyan

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[closerift]

They fed us human meat.

[wipedclean]

[Okay he was not expecting that. Even with his compromised morality, that is definitely not okay.]

why?

[closerift]

[ What's less okay is what happened as a result, but she isn't about to go into detail. It's all still very, painfully fresh in her mind. ]

I believe they claim it was an accident.

[wipedclean]

and that's supposed to make it alright?

[Accidents or not, you have to be able to take responsibility for your mistakes, something the soldier knows very well.]

[closerift]

Obviously not.
They have no regard for us or for our well-being.

[wipedclean]

[That's only a little different from his everyday existence.]

clearly

helpful to know what we are dealing with though

[closerift]

We have no idea what we are dealing with.
They claim to be gods but are not all powerful.
They torture us and argue amongst themselves.
We need more information.