Archpriest Del`Maque  

He responded when I hailed with Elder Teir'Dal 100

Archpriest Del`Maque says, in Elder Teir`Dal, 'Hmmm.' He motions to his two followers to be still. 'This one will not trouble us, I think.' He turns to face you. The years have not been kind to his ancient face, but his age does not bring weakness. He eyes you with a fierce gaze. 'From the expression on its face, it doesn't even seem to [understand] what I'm saying.'

You say, 'I understand'

Archpriest Del`Maque says, in Elder Teir`Dal, 'What!' He grins a malicious smile, his yellowing tongue flicking out across his teeth. Perhaps ye're not so ignorant, after all. What brings ye here? 'Tis usually only the damned guards that I see, bringing me that vermin-feed that they call nourishment. even the [Mistress] provided better than this.'

You say, 'Mistress?'

Archpriest Del`Maque says, in Elder Teir`Dal, 'Fool...' He sniggers to himself. 'Well, that what she called herself, the silly wench. Trying to build herself a little city of her own, what arrogance...' From the folds of his thick robes, he reveals a small crystal sphere. 'Nothing that the [eyes] of Del`Maque cannot see, ye ken."

You say, 'Eyes?'

Archpriest Del`Maque says, in Elder Teir`Dal, 'The eyes of the dead are everywhere, and with the correct devices and words...' He passed his hand over the sphere and clouds appear within, as if a fog had suddenly awoken. He looks at you with ancient, lidded eyes that glitter with amusement. 'Try to set up her own little city...right in the mountains, so she did. All the terrain of the Lavastorm Mountains itself couldn't halt advance of the angry King. I wonder how the King [found out]..."

You say, 'Found out?'

Archpriest Del`Maque says, in Elder Teir`Dal, 'Guess! He grins. 'How do ye think? 'Tis a foolish woman indeed that trusts the heart of Del`Maque. I do hope that her downfall was not too... crushing.' He laughs quietly. 'Of course, treachery to a witch is strictly against the letter of law, ye ken. I don't doubt that any reasonable judge with absolve me of all guilt. If thy witch is a traitor, how else can ye act?' He replaces the sphere within his robes. 'Poor, dearest Najena...'