Something squelchy here, something boney there. [...] A furry, jointed thing with more legs than any creature ought to need wiggles up your arm. There is another one on your neck.[...] Ugh! You shake them off, horrified.
[...] It's hard to tell by touch alone, but one body feels as if it's wearing a robe and some kind of steel wimple. You remember the nun that attacked you. Was she one of the same Sisterhood? But surely they were in league with the Vake?
