Nether-Prince Durzaan: My people were reshaped by the void. Stripped of the limitations of flesh. We offer you the same gift.
Nether-Prince Durzaan: Even shattered as it is, this place echoes with the whispers of the great ones who were slain... and the hatred of he who broke this world.
Nether-Prince Durzaan: A pity you remain defiant. The patience of the masters is vast... but not infinite.
Unshackled void energies ravage the other islands. It remains too dangerous to navigate.
The last people who ventured beyond this space were consumed by the shadows.
The void energy released when the ethereals attacked left the other islands unstable. No one is allowed beyond this point.
The Voidstorm is growing. It might even consume the big island entirely.
You are my eyes when my eyes are elsewhere. See everything. Remember, record, report. The way they move, the way they fight, their choice of armor, their taste in weapons. Let no detail elude you.
Pay special attention to the heroes, the champions, the movers of fate. Watch from afar. When up close, interfere, if you deem it necessary.
Do not fail me, Xan-Sallish. Know that I have eyes on you, too.
Welcome to the Faire young one! We have collected wonders from all over the world for your perusal. Oh and please let me know if you manage to collect a set of the lesser Darkmoon cards, as the master...I mean I would be keenly interested in them.”