She smiles. "It's a tough candle. Not quite bulletproof, but very sturdy. Saint Gawain will take your sin. He decapitated one man, and the man did the same. To break the cycle, violence must be slain by peace. We can help you bury this error. Light this candle, and we will help."

As you leave, you hear her praying. "Pater noster, qui es in caelis, sanctificetuer nomen tuum. Fiat voluntas tua, on earth, on heaven, but spare the underneath. Forgive our trepasses, sicut et nos dimittuimus debitoribus nostris; et ne inducas nos in tentationem; sed libera nos a Malo.

Defendat ut ignis pugna in litoribus; et dimitte nobis debita nostra, sicut et nos dimittimus fugere compellunt; et dimitte nobis debita-

Her voice is silenced when the attendant draws the curtain.

You light the candle. It glows orange and brassy, and you remember your confessed error as you look into it's light. Fungus grows steadily in its light. While convalescing, you are aware of some people walking down the street, peering into windows.

Most unexpectedly, a bag falls down the chimney, followed by a man in black. "Evening, gov. Brought something to help you." He says with a tip of his hat. You gently put down your brandished hatstand. He leaves a gift of medicine, and places your candle on the windowsill. You sourly instruct him to not come down the chimney.

The next day, a woman in black gently slides down on a rope down the chimney the next time, leaving broth and very delectable portions of food. You issue a stern warning for none of them to enter through the chimney. They impertinently enter through the coal shaft, and leave more gifts. Covered in coal dust. "We can conduct any business you require." The women says. "Dangerous business. No need to thrash people when you have others to do it for you."

You grow well and hearty. Quite a steady amount of care- but for what in return? The Midnighter returns, and takes the candle with her. She leaves a brass rose, and a map of an unknown shore. It simply says '68.

"As I told you, I was a silk fighter. I chose to sell my soul for profit, as I believed it had done nothing for me. But when I stepped into the ring to fight, I found there was no point to being beaten for money. Thus, I went to Zee, and became a pirate. And still, I could only find horror in that life, where people where killed and robbed. But one day the gang decided to attack a ship full of Drownies. If you do not know of the patron of the Drownies, it is a man, or something that used to be a man, called the Fathomking. Day and night he pursued us, until I personally came to his court to ask for forgiveness."

"And he gave me a task- sink a ship of the Admiralty. Then head North, and carve my name on the Avid Horizon. I understood that he would not forgive me. Yet I still continued. I wanted to live! No man would take my life! And so I sailed, till my breath froze, hounded by the Admiralty and the Drownies and their curses. But in the end, I made it. I scrawled my name on the ice, to halt London's punishment. And I took the wreckage of the ships who had chased me, and I beat an emissary until she took it to the King. To this day, I will never set to Zee. But soon, I will, at the Bishop's command.