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	Boggies...the Thallain sluagh. Perhaps the most disgusting of all fae, their predation on humans bodily fluids is unmatched even by the perversity of their distant cousins, the sluagh. No one knows why they need to feast on the vile liquids from the mortal body, and perhaps if there was an answer, we wouldn't want to hear it. I for one, don't.

Asking of the sluagh, art thou? Such knowledge is not parted with, lightly, understand...
Ah, those shall do nicely. Guaranteed Sidhe, are they? I have quite a collection of these, truth. Their original owners, probably do not e'en recall that they are missing, save for in their nightmares, when they waken, half-remembering...
Aye. Speaking of Nightmares --- Firnost hath seen its share. And whence such things doth come to plague, we shall follow in its shadow, for we are brethren, of a sort. There have been many of us, truth, o'er the years here....for this Curse'd place, is a haven for the disillusion'ed, the heartbroken, the deliciously downtrodden. And of course, those coming to slum, who hath a wealth of secrets, to hide... E'en those that come missing, are rarely remember'ed, for very long after.
Sluagh of note, thou art asking? Ach....let me think back. There was, oncely, the Lady Tragedy Anne, gone these past handful of years...and the childling, Miss Shadi. (The things she could do, with a scalpel! I marvel...) There was mine own mentor of all things alchemical, Sir Michael Wellington, and...well, all things buried, as they say. For the nonce, hast thou need of...business...taken care of, I may direct thee to the Lady Ilith? She may be quite discreet...is the price right.
Ware thy step, there! Thou didst near to tread, upon his foot...
Pardon? Ah, nay. Merely speaking of the gentleman, at thy left elbow. Ah, nay, he is there, most certainly, e'en canst thou see him, not. Shall I make introd...ach. The manners, to flee so, whilst I am speaking. Follow him, an' it please, Sir Restless, and see whence he goes...? I am certain, there is something he wouldst prefer, to leave buried and forgotten.
I will know what it is...

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