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~~~~~~~~ My latest meal wore a rather elegant coat of ragseal hide, bearing an embroidered warning hidden amongst the lapel decoration. Said warning is a verse from a song I know very well. Given his fate, he should have heeded such words for himself, rather than hoping them upon his adversaries. For those of you who cannot parse the stitches, it reads as follows: Moon and moor and fire and fen We hunt in the night for a song You will know us well by the dawn If you dare try the tune sing along [voraciousTreasure uploaded a photo!] ((An elaborate, expensive-looking grey coat drifts underwater, the fabric not sodden in the way that fibre would be. Double-breasted with gleaming buttons and a broad collar, the coat is covered in delicate streams of tiny silver stitches in the shapes of waves, shells, and tentacled creatures. The lapels contain tiny pearls throughout the embroidery, with subtle stitching turning the jellyfish embroidery into neat lettering, hidden upon the first glance. Violet blood stains the pearls and clouds the water to the top-right of the photo. #cannibalism))