Kar’niss scuttled through the Shadow Cursed Lands, keeping an eye - or, several, rather - out for any strangers wandering these dangerous spaces. His pixie bashed against the glass walls of the moonlantern he carried in defiance, but she would not soon be released.

He tapped at the lantern. “Hush. Your light keeps me safe - I must not rest, and neither may you. We do what we do for Her.” ‘Her’, being The Absolute.