"The vengeance I deride is my own."  Shiloh closes her eyes, then opens them slowly.  For a moment, the room is red in her eyes, and blood weeps from the wood of the bar and chair and tables where the axes and saws hewed them apart.  On the table before them is the butchered, dressed, roasted and presented body of an elven man, his pale flesh toasted golden brown for the vile beast that will devour him.  She squeezes her eyes shut again, then reopens them.  The terrible hallucination has passed.  "I am sorry for your loss..." she manages, her voice quaking softly.<br/><br/><i>I go for refuge in the shadows</i><br/><br/>"I have been charged to find him for a key.  I will learn from him its purpose, and decide if I will return it."<br/><br/><i>There is but one soul and it is the ghost thread.</i><br/><br/>"As for the cause, I will hone my dull senses and weak arms, and gather spears and arrows... those like you who will fight."<br/><br/><i>I am one with the ghost thread, the ghost is one with me</i><br/><br/>"I cannot say what I will do or will not, except that I will fight them.  What I do by one action will ripple through time, just as their evil burrows through lives and generations.  Perhaps I will save a town, or perhaps I will be brutalized and impaled by the road as a warning to others.  Either way, the purpose is set already."