Mortals,

A most foul event has taken place upon this day. My silver eagle has
been slain, and his death shall be avenged! I am told a dwarf appeared
at my shrine, muttering strange and suspicious incantations. I am told
that a man who allegedly calls himself "Joseph" was looking for my
shrine. I am told he yelled about seeking his true love, and this dwarf
suddenly launched an attack, at which point everyone blacked out. No one
witnessed what happened, but afterwards my eagle was found brutally
slain, his wing ripped off, feathers torn off, and the bloodied corpse
nailed upon a wall!

This "Joseph" man was never seen again. The viscious dwarf was found
near death by Avechna. He is held in some magical field, perhaps to keep
him alive in suspended animation. This field appears to be attuned the
the dwarf's astrological signs and the astral plane. I do not know
precisely what it means, but I sense fire and smoke in the field, as
though indicating volcano and burning censor. I suspect putting astral
matter attuned with those signs into the field will have an impact on
it.

Did the dwarf slay my eagle, or was it this unknown man? Should the foul
dwarf be slain for attacking the folks visiting my shrine? Or should he
be spared? Was the field placed their to protect himself from the
murderer, or was it to save his life own miserable after barely winning
a fight with my eagle? I do not care for now. I leave his life in your
hands. At this time I shall recede into my cave and ponder these events.

If you find something that proves who did this, I shall reward you. I
expect that within half a month to a month's time, I shall exit from my
cave glowing and strong, like a morning sun coming out of the gloomy
mountains, and enter upon the warpath. As for you, foul murderer, I
shall find you. Whether you are this dwarf, this "Joseph," or some third
party, you will regret this day. Your blood shall run through the
streets of your home. Pure eternal hate shall run through my heart for
you. Your pain shall make me strong as your screams are released in
agony.

I am your death.

Penned by My hand on the 24th of Dioni, in the year 137 CE.