The Prophecy Is Fulfilled
The Spire of Quetzel
A mysterious dream leads you to a spire housing a dead sorceress and her undisturbed treasures.
"That city burnt to brands and scarred ash,
Now home to wolf and ghost, there she did dwell.
T'was there, by subtle art and brutal lash,
The Demon-Queen made rule, and ruling, fell,
And falling, slept, yet not, for dead tongue's tell;
What dying; dreams, when dreaming; may awake,
And sleeping, live, yet dead. So sleeps Quetzel,
And thirsts for taste her dry tongue cannot slake,
For life and breath, a fast she dreams to break."