'Death, pestilence, and terror stalk us, (your name). Two have been dealt with, thanks to your effort, the third still soars above us with ever watchful eyes.

'It is the eyes that I want. I speak of the gore-crows, the black birds with sharp beaks and piercing eyes. They are spies along the road east and west from this place, and they are ever vigilant.

'Take their eyes and they cannot see and what they cannot see they cannot spread to their masters, the Orc and half-breed. Seek the gore-crows along the Great East Road and bring me their eyes to prove that the creatures will no longer speak of us to their fell masters.'