Wretched The Deed Of Elturiel
I am Elturiel, called beyond the gate to serve. Sylvester
Alédoe is nothing but a shell. Sylvester Alédoe has
conjured me to protect him through a chasm.
[Solo: Vail]
One thousand years of lethargy botched by one's personal
misfortune.
"Djinni" he says, "You cannot oppose the words I speak."
As if he thought I didn't know the laws bestowed upon me.
[Solo: Funderburk]
[Solo: Vail]
I've swept away hastily with the obligation in my mind.
Instinctively, confidently employing my inner eye to seek
out this instrument. To seek out this instrument that he
accredits to be such a protector, the redeemer of his own
flesh and blood.
I've come to the concealed location of the ornament I am
to obtain. Countless amounts of lurking paladins.
Countless amounts of age old acquaintances. Disastrously
bonded to my master's hand, I must desperately carry out
this witless plan. Kicking up dust as I disapparate
within arm's reach of the talisman, exposing myself to
all.
