A poet is a person with a soul made of delicate glass. Seeing the horrors of the plague, he did not break down, but turned to the bottle, trying to wash away the bloody images with hops. However, even in oblivion, his mind continues to create: whispering rhymes about death, love, and hope...
The Raven Bane unexpectedly joined in his creative process — the feathered cynic began to caw poems of his own composition. His lines are sharp, gloomy, but full of strange wisdom...
