“Our Orcish allies have gathered to once more observe the seasonal shifts of the passage of time. For such an occasion as the seasons slip into the cold dark of winter, we reflect on the life cycle. As such, we were honored guests, chosen to speak for the honored dead to convey messages of hope, love, and grim warnings on the final night of this festival. On this night, we gathered hearts from slain beasts, and had the orcs make offerings of blood, maiming the heart in a fashion of their choice and from that damage reading their fates. When we ran out of hearts, the orcs made offerings of their own blood, opting to engage in ceremonial cuttings of their flesh to commune with their dead.” – Sister Tenacity