Agarth: What could this all mean?
Alyn Shir: Interesting. You're not at all what I expected to find here. Oh, is that the name of this Fateweaver? No, the Tuatha I was following killed him. I was hoping his corpse would give me an idea of why they were here. Now I know. They were hoping to find you. Knowing you, you're definitely involved. But something tells me I know you better than you knew yourself. Don't you remember me? I'm hurt. No time for introductions now. The Tuatha are still on the move. I'm certain that we'll see one another again. Soon. Be on your way.
Agarth: What happened here? Arden's dead! How did this happen? If so, then I sure didn't see her. I was hoping to avoid this but I think I'm going to have to take you to Dellach. It's a sacred place to we Fateweavers, somewhere that I was hoping to avoid. I was hoping Arden could take you but I guess it comes down to me. No reason getting anyone else killed over it. Go. I'll meet you there once I give Arden a proper funeral. This is twice now I've buried the bodies left in your wake.
So brief his term among our Court and so virile his living. He is fervor embodied, he is vitality.
It's good you're here. I was beginning to think you were just something I saw in the bottle. Welcome to the ruins of Dellach. We'll see soon enough. Deep below us is the Theater of Fate, where the immortal taught man, Alfar, and gnome to read the destiny of the world. Come with me. Maybe I am crazy but not about this.
It's the ruins of the Theater of Fate. This is where the first Fateweavers learned how to read the weave. They left their wisdom behind in the Destiny Stone. I'm hoping that the stone will tell me who you are. In we go.
Ever since this place was abandoned, strange beasts have moved in. Stay close.
Keep quiet. We aren't safe here.
This place has been abandoned for so long that some Fateweavers think it's just a legend.