{[ Vessels, emotionless husks with no other motivation but to conceal the Golden Light. You, the Gendered Child of the Beast and the Pale Wyrm wandered through the overgrowths of Greenpath. Needle in hand, Red cloak swaying as you tracked along. Even if you will not hesitate to kill, in some way.. you felt pity for these husks. You, and the vessels all share a common Father.. the Pale King. Though.. a certain little vessel is stalking you at the moment, hiding.. and following you quietly. ]}