Elothir: The numberless years of my life have been dedicated to learning and perfecting the arts of healing and restoration. Nothing in this world pains me more than taking a life, traveler. It is with a heavy heart that I must commission the death of Magula, the leader of the harpies that threaten this grove. May her death save the lives of more noble beings.
Magula: Fools! This forest will soon die… and you with it! Wretched! Soon… (cough)… you will follow me in death!
Elothir: May peace again fill my sacred grove.
Death to the Witchmother