Hate the Hatefury

Ever strike a deal with a satyr, mon?

I have. How could I resist? The promise of power, knowledge far exceeding what any ordinary tome could offer... all alongside an eager and charismatic minion. What more could I ask for?

Bah, of course they would never bend the knee to a mortal. I bargained when I had nothing, only to be cast aside with even less.

Now, I want revenge. Revenge against the Hatefury. Raid their camp to the northeast! Stain the dirt with their foul blood.

Do not give in to temptation, undead. There are far better ways to make deals with demons, as I have long since learned.

I wish I had been able to watch your battles unfold and hear their wretched screams as they fell to your might.

But one of them surely eluded your slaughter. The one whose hand I shook in a ritual of spilled blood. So long as he roams the Desolace, I cannot risk stepping foot outside of Shadowprey. He would soon find me again, and with my soulstone in his possession... not even death would be an escape.

Eventually, I will have it back. But for now, your work is done.