Then... it is lost. All is LOST!

Firolen Ervanys... Firolen Ervanys...

What? But... you must...

I see them before me. The writ in my left hand. The amulet in my right. The oath I swore upon both, on my lips. The name... the name... ah! I remember. Firolen Ervanys. He is a great lord of the Redoran, and his seat is Ald Erfoud. I will be the one to slay him.

You have my writ and my amulet. Please, give them to me. Memory fades...

You have the writ... but not my special possession. I must have both.

You have my amulet... but not the writ. How can I remember without the writ?

I need the writ, and my special item, to remember... what was I supposed to do? The Hall of Invocation...

There was... something. A writ... if I see it, I will remember. I died in the Hall of Invocation, lending my aid to the spirits so that Tur Julan might remain free. The writ will still be on my body. You will find something else, too. Something important. We will travel together, and find them, and I will remember my abandoned duty.

So bold, scorned one. Begone. The Black Hand has no use for you.

I know of no such thing.

So it is resolved. Good.

Do as the agent says. She will resolve the matter now.

Seek Vetha Llathsa in the Crossing of Wings. Eliminate any obstacles keeping her from her duty.

Four centuries, give or take. That is how long the target has awaited judgement. Why has the agent not completed her assignment? Vetha Llathsa is her name. I sense her, pulling faintly on the threads. She malingers in the Crossing of Wings. Find her, and push her along her path.