[ Wrathion takes a deep breath, surveying the field of discoloured bones, then begins to pick his way forward with slow, careful steps. ]

It seems we are not the only ones who have passed this way.

[ All these bones. How old are they, he wonders. ]

This tower is... unnatural, as I suppose all of Serthica is.

[ He dreads what they will uncover, but they cannot look away now. ]