Seemingly under the sway of the Supernal cultist Sentulus, at a secluded alter in the woods, Rosalie Nurin prepares to make a sacrifice of her husband.
I will never know whether it was weakness of character or unhappy circumstance that led Rosalie to betray her family. Undoubtedly much like Constable Pascal, Vaermina’s cultists got to her through her dreams. Dreams ignore stone walls and locked doors, they can light up the darkest temperament, and darken light ones. Following you throughout your day like a shadow, nightmares make many wish not to sleep, whilst the same fear makes others wish not to wake. Fear is our greatest weakness, and it is what these cultists are taking advantage of.
As for myself, in my sleep I have nightmares, awake I have my thoughts… ever since Coldharbour I am no longer sure which is which.