skorri:

_{Poor France is ill and our city is a wound, inflamed by all efforts to heal her.}

_{A king once ruled, headstrong and corrupt… now headless and a corpse, murdered by men just as vile.}

_{Today, fanatics from all sides spill blood on every corner. A thousand terrors I mean to cure.}

_{Day by day.}

_{Street by street.}

_{Templar by Templar.}