Empty Cages

In my haste to dismiss Maddie, I remember my cages now lie empty. I need one - or two - more specimens. It is no trouble, I have observed Maddie's techniques enough that I may capture my own. The Withered are little more than animals – sick animals, but animals to be sure. I know where some can be found. Though dusk is close, I shall set out at once. -M.H.