Kal, the Hunter

I forgot to put this into my book notes for Tiamat, but better late than never:

Those who put their trust in paths
Laid down by their own mind,
Go to hell and make hell their home;
They get no respite from coming and going,
Morning and evening they are the prey
Of the ruthless hunter, Kal.

That’s from Kabir, who I only recently learned about via a friend. I liked that so much that I drafted a version of Kal, the hunter into the latest AI Lore book, Tiamat.