Across the ancient stone their flayed corpses were laid. The buzzards came and tore their flesh away. They were the only ministers, until now, who could reach this height. Bones only, and dried strands of sinew. No flesh remains to interest your feathered companions. This is all that’s left.
Who were these sorry souls you’ve come for? To you, I mean. To us, they were monsters, the brothers Murder and Lust, but when we stole their guns one night, we found they were just men. This is our justice. If you are of their sort, take heed what justice means.
Tale Told 