Springdale: The time for talk is past. We have but one thing now to
communicate, and it will not be said with words. It will float down
with the ashes from the burning; it will run howling through your
streets; it will write itself in your blood.
May the Gods have mercy on your soul.
Warlock Rudel, Thakrian
Written by my hand on the 25th of Cloudburst, in the year 988.