Bask in the last remnants of the light

Bask in the last remnants of the light

Londoners weep and shriek, imploring the light to return

A voice? "Please," the voice begs, "let him understand. Let this all not be in vain. Give me your tales, your tales,delicious ones. You are all I ever hungered for."

At the corner of your vision, a Radical Factotum hisses, whips out a notebook, and desperately scribbles notes. He catches your eye. "For the Wicked Book," he offers. "Where we share knowledge."

Watchful has increased to 25! Persuasive is increasing...