say "The Prophecy?"
He speaks again. "Yes. The Prophecy of the Tower of Night. It was
there, in the Third Age, that the sorceror Gambriolen foretold of a
coming darkness, an age when the world would be bathed in Shadow, and
that our only hope lay in a wanderer from a distant land. I believe we
have found that man."
You stammer,"But, what was...? The Willow Glade? What was that
place? Who was the voice?"
The man's features grew puzzled. "I know not. Beyond the edges of
our world are the Mists of Tyme, we know, but we have never been able
to penetrate their dark surface."
