As we near the top of the Shrouded Pass, out of the strange, still darkness spirits of the Erokii Ayleids appear and beg us to turn back, hoping their pleas would succeed where their traps and puzzles failed.  I have no reason to doubt the pure intentions and the truth in their warnings about the relic, for I sense a pestilence rides upon the night air above, and it smells of blood and rot.

But there can be no turning back, for to do so would condemn the people of Rivenspire to the deadly blood-curse, and that cannot be… that must not be.

S.K