Suddenly, the shape opened a mouth and spoke with a tone deeper than the darkest of crypts.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN THESE LANDS, LITTLE ONES? I AM TORAL, GUARDIAN OF ALL THE LAND YOU CAN SEE AND MUCH MORE!"
Redwick raised an eyebrow.
"Really? Ya don't happen to own a certain Phylactery?"
"AH YES, THE PHYLACTERY. THAT IS WHAT KEEPS THE NATURE IN ORDER IN THESE LANDS. YES, I OWN SUCH A THING, OR SHOULD I SAY...OWNED..."
"What? Someone took it?"
"YES. THEY CAME FROM THE FAR NORTH. GREAT BEASTS, EVEN GREATER THAN ME. I BARELY SURVIVED THE FIGHT, BUT THE LAND HAS GOTTEN SCORCHED, AS YOU MUST HAVE NOTICED."
"We-el..." said Redwick and turned around to the others.
"Whaddya say, people? Should we go look for his Phylactery?"