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Storn smiles at the heros.

"I know what Herma Mora wants, the High elves have been hiding knowledge from him for some time now.   These seekers you see are only the ones charged with gaurding the portal. Dozens, cloaked in shadow are all ready spreaking across summerset.   Soon they shall have what my lord seeks."

Storn looks at them. "You are all an immpessive bunch.   I worried when I landed on this vessal that the plan would not work, but you all so easily belived me the fool.   A ship full of adventures made for the perfect Trojan (I know it not in the lore, but I can't think of a better way to say it) horse to get the seekers and myself in to summerset."

He holds his hand to the air as if preying. "Herma Mora, I have honored our agreement!   Now you must honor your half!   Cure this faul disease that grow in my body like a canser!"

His eyes are almost in tears, wheather joy or sadness is unknown.

"Cure my vampireism!"