Warlock Rudel, the Phantom of the Operato Everyone

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.