Hard to say. [ Allairavar shrugged. ] What we know for certain is that over five millennia ago, something wiped out a significant portion of the Blood in Terreille in a single night. With that vacuum of power, the landens rose up, fighting against the Blood that remained and so it has been a slow attrition ever since. What little we know of the time before the cataclysm ranges - [ he paused.] - from possibly reliable to pure myth. What is certain is that the land is dying and the Blood and landen still scrap over what little remains.

As for those of you who came this night - [ now he lets his irritation show but for the storm of his expression, it does not hide Allairavar's worry either. ] - the Lady did not inform of us of the exact nature of the web she planned to weave. Your arrival and the subsequent attack from the Hunter Guild was unexpected.