Surely I am dead, or this is the vision of a weakened mind, for I sought not to leave the plain of Tumhalad of my own will. The shadow's reach grows. None may escape it while in the company of Agarwaen, he who calls himself the son of ill fate. Neither friendship nor great valor may stay the heavy hand of the Deceiver's curse. I do not think to see a day when Men may come so far or be so numerous.