We All Must Sacrifice

Zone: Twilight Highlands

<The eye speaks to you, its 'voice' reverberating as if coming from everywhere at once.> You seek my sight, {race}? My powers come at a price. These disciples of the Twilight have been honoring me with the blood of Wildhammer dwarves from the nearby ruins, but still I thirst. Perhaps you can do better. Slay my old masters, and my vision is yours. Honor me with the slaughter of the Shaman of the Black. Blood is blood, after all.