Saul, This'll need to be brief, as I believe my life to be at risk. The twins have been growing more and more impatient with my methods. Usually quite tractable, their voices have simmered to a calm eeriness that keeps me upright at all hours...positioned so that the window and door are always in sight. I don't even leave my room without a guard most mornings. I suspect that they're bored with the ritual now, working less fervently to hide their victims' screams from the other villagers than they did at the start. It's a bloodbath. And that brings me to the villagers... They've finally opened their eyes to the change in tone here. They won't enter any White Mantle structure unless ordered or dragged. They stopped eating our food. A few of them have even managed to escape. It was going so well until now, too; they were enamored with the result of our rebuilding efforts. I suppose too many have gone missing in such rapid succession. It's hard to blame every vanishing on a valravn. I've tried to slow our movements, but I worry that this has caused a rupture that I cannot fix. The twins are done with me. I beg of you, come back and control this. —Rhea