Most precious of all substances, the pulse of our life. If the rurudo is our father, then surely, Towa is our mother. Its uses are infinite. Like the heart of an endless fire, it is. Even the smallest of pieces will continue to give power indefinitely, allowing many of our devices to become somewhat portable. Towa-fire can not only consume a substance, but actually change its structure to far more than just ‘burned’ due to exposure to its holy flames. Weapons made from Towa produce their own poison. A Towa charm brings real luck, changing what ‘was to be’ to what ‘might have been’ with none the wiser. So where does it come from? There are those among the more superstitious of our folk and a few foolish niggers that believe Towa is the leavings of the rurudo. I subscribe to the secular view – that it is chunks of the dark moon, Tobacco, which has managed to gift us with pieces of its essence. Dangerous it is; to touch Towa often. But that’s what slaves are for, yes-yes?