Tonsyr/Contacts

Valka	No one can escape their Wierd; Man, God, or Spirit.
Sjovold	We bled. We learned of each other. Don't stare too hard at a thundercloud.
The Poor of Prospect	Come to me with your ailments, and I will seek to cure them. Come to me with peril, and I will seek to help. But do not turn on this sacred oath, for all of Creation will turn on you.