Being a shadow is a privilege. It’s a blessing. It’s freedom. We are no longer bound to follow meaningless laws and fake royal civilities. We bow to no king. We don’t need to look down when the Queen passes by our house. Inhale the fog. Feel the thick air. It’s yours forever. Embrace it.
You are destined to wear these garments. The spell of shadow weaving flows through them. You can sense it. Once you put them on, you will become a vial part in the ranks of Mortagon.
Embrace your dark side.
Noxious threads from the deepest darks of Duskland, woven by the Shadows to enhance their grim silhouettes. Finished with the maddening crown to ensure that the ones who wear them will soon join their Shadow squads.
May whoever holds these items, beware.
