Why then, do I leave behind these pages, detailing the banishment of our former compatriot? Why detail the very curse that would, if one were to find and counter the spell, nullify the transaction that cost Isgarren so dearly? The truth, dear reader, is this: my people are not without humility. Our wisdom and our guidance are prone to fallacy. As I was taken by my anger, I knew that it was entirely possible that, even in his exile, Isgarren could outlast the many perils of this world and survive us all. After all, I know him better than any—there was a version of our society where he could have risen to doyen. In that case, what good is our judgment if we have all dissolved to dust? If you are reading this, and you have made common cause with him, then perhaps we must face the reality that his way was, in fact, the correct path. If he has lived long and well enough to inspire those he gathers to ally with him, to become his friend, to risk all on his behalf, and return to this sacred place in search of a way to unravel our curse...perhaps he has earned such a stay. You, who would call Isgarren friend, you will be the ones who truly seal his fate. You should have enough information from these pages to know what to do. I only ask you choose wisely.