[Adrosu makes a gesture indicating he wants to write something down on a piece of paper.] Adrosu Balmayn
The moron had the impudence to come here uninvited and would not stop babbling about the pain and torment that the Triune would subject me to if I did not repent my sacrilege and leave this tower. The tower the Temple had sold me in the first place! I've seen my share of messengers from Necrom; this one was more stupid than all of them together. His babbling was all the pain and torment I needed, so I cut his tongue; I doubt anyone but him is missing it. Dralothas Omothran
What? Oh, you've been speaking to Adrosu. The fool got lost on a pilgrimage to Necrom or something, so he wandered into Tel Mothrivra and found nothing better to do than preach to Dralothas Omothran. Suddenly half of his tongue is missing; who could have thought? That's as much as I could comprehend from his moans and cries. I've procured a regrowth potion for him that can grow it back, but it doesn't come cheap, and he doesn't want to pay. Teris Andrethi