We watched for you, waited for the light in the dark. For how many ages have we been longing, hoping?
All dead. I am the last. Only I and these corpses are left. Now that you have come, I can die soon.
This last deed, it is a shame these hands tremble so, but I bless you. The Mark of Ghendedi. The people await their king.
No more is left but dust and memories. Rule them well. Perhaps there is something in this ruin worth remembering.
I join the others now to wherever the soul flees, and wish you well.
Tale Told 