Fourth Age, year 1824. Date unknown.
I try to spend as little time with the hope devourers as possible; indeed, the rooms about their pens are often empty and few handlers dare to venture close. This should make feeding them difficult, but the truth is far more interesting: when bovinmastyx are herded into a devourer pen, they file quietly towards the devourers and drop to the floor, accepting their fate. Some even nuzzle the devourer's maw, as if willing themselves into its mouth, and, naturally, the hope devourers oblige. This hopelessness is fascinating, and that fascination is obviously shared by Bilrach. He spends many hours with them, feeding off their energies as they feed off his. He returns invigorated, and they seem stronger for it.