In a darkened chamber, deep in the Wild Lands, the only illumination coming from a bronze bowl of sorts,it is a pale red light and a figure, whose face is hidden in the shadows of his hood, moves an armored hand over the bowl. The light flickers, maybe something moved in the light's way? "So, more children have stuck their hands in the proverbial cookie jar and have been issued their punishment." A young male voice laced with an unusual tone, like he is un certain what to make of what he sees says to himself. He chuckles, "I shall watch them and see how long it takes for them to find that their current state is no blessing but a curse." (I am gonna be kinda screenplaying here) The scene pans to show the bowl from above and the light's source is an oil-like liquid displaying the actions of the group that was cursed as they are battling the Greeks and other City Nations, but it has the same pale red tint as the light.