| Eriman's Plea | It it a Lorebook. A few scraps of parchment, charred around the edges - Eriman's Plea: My neighbors, I beg you, the burnings must stop. The Zakarum are not ridding the land of heretics, they are destroying the people who have loved and protected you for generations.
- Sincere. Worried. Warning.
- Eriman's Plea: It is we, the witches of the swamp, who hold the darkness at bay. Burning us will bring no Light to Hawezar.
- Sincere. Worried. Warning.
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