She shall move in Silence, for her words carry meaning.
Her herald shall be the Scorpion, and he shall speak.
She will be as the Servant of the Scorpion in all ways.
They will travel the world in this guise, incognito.
But woe betide those who forget the bitter ice cold.
Woe betide the tortured souls of the seventh level.
She sets forth looking not for warmth, but for death.
Souls for the reaping, poison for the spreading.
Scorpions upon scorpions for an unwary world.

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