Pleasure serving with you. Not very often a cabal leader age
dies. Excellent job, all around.

Grurk


Some echos after your passing:

The dead stir in the graveyards of the four protected cities.

In Galadon, a gray mist forms around the Tribunal Spire.

Standing at the peak is the spiritual remains of Agarah.

A rasping undead laugh sounds from Arboria.

"An elixir it will not be. It is the long sleep that you will not rise from
as I predicted."