The Ravenblack Grimoire

It is hard to imagine how sentient trees with little to no self motivation can cause such a furor. I remember clearly a couple years ago when I took a long hard yank on Lord Galamushi’s intention and aired his tired undies out for the city to see. Holding up his duplicity for everyone with half a brain to add one and one and conclude that the vampire was the epitome of dodgy. I stood my ground then and even now, as look at what the present holds, I stand it once again.

That was nearly two years ago. Since then Lord Galamushi and his wonderfully soft spoken bride have both taken to Neutral pink and eschewed a life of warring and mayhem. Or have they?