Woman 1: Perhaps, one time, in happier times, you and I will meet again. Until that day, I remain. Yours, Alyn Shir.
Agarth: Well, well, awake at last. You gave us quite a scare, but you're here, and the war's all but over. So who are we to complain? Never had any doubt at all. Cyan and I were waiting for you when the ground started rumbling, and the Tuatha all started screaming. And all I could think was, "Gadflow just met his match." Sure enough, half of those red-eyed bastards gave up then and there. Wasn't much longer before Alyn Shir showed up carrying you over her shoulder, told me to watch over you, make sure you were okay. She left some kind of note for you, but I know better than to read a private message from the likes of her.
Yes, you did. You had an army at your back, but in the end, it was you who defeated Gadflow. But there's something you ought to know. A lot of the soldiers asked me for readings after the fighting ended, and try as I might, I can't see a fate for any of us.
Tirnoch? You don't expect me to think that Gadflow's god was real, do you? No, no, impossible. Whatever happened down there though, it changed everything, at least for now.