Voices of the Dead

Greeting

The eye failed us; its vision clouded... Sight has betrayed me, adventurer, but perhaps sound will not. The voices of the dead echo faintly, yearning to be heard. Deep within the caverns, the giant bats dwell, their ears attuned to the faintest of vibrations, even those that ripple from the beyond. Sever one ear from these shadowed predators—bloodied and raw—and bring it to me. Only then may we align with the spectral murmurs that seek to guide us.