Something stirs in the land. The temple, once quite they say, runs thick with goblins and other foul beasts. I have looked for a vision, a sign of things to come. I fear this vision may take my sanity.
Who is this priest of Sigmar, who is this elf, and what of this daemon? I know not. Neither do I know if these things have yet to come to pass, all I know is that a course of action I had wished to avoid must now be undertaken. We must enter the lair of Veo Oqum Uceidi.
With a heavy heart