|Word from the Spire|
|Start||Apprentice Loralthalis[68, 57]|
|End||Magister Duskwither[60, 61]|
|Level||10 (Requires 8)|
<name>, I have one last favor to ask of you. Would you please relay what's transpired here to Magister Duskwither, back at the Farstrider Retreat? Let him know that I am well, but make certain that he is aware that some of the apprentices have become Wretched.
Thank you for your help!
No! I was too late. It is all my fault.
My investigation into purifying alternative magical sources got out of hand before I could put a stop to it. If only I had gone myself... or that they had listened to me, and heeded my warnings!
I have blood on my hands, <class>. I thank you, though, for putting to rest the tortured souls of my former apprentices. It is some small consolation that they will not linger in that state where a Blood Elf is better off dead.