NPC:Tenzekil Braybittle's page

"So. You really did it. The queen is dead and the Fellnight fey sealed away once more. All of the misfortune I caused undone. And what fate would you bestow upon me?" Tenzekil asks, getting wearily to his feet.

"The Queen's palace is about forty miles from here. If you head east through the forest, you will come to a river. Cross it and you find yourself at the opening of a forested valley nestled between tall peaks on either side. The palace is at the bottom of the valley, clearly visible from miles away. Be careful, though - the forests are thick with worg-mounted spriggans and other fell creatures."

Suddenly, the disembodied voice of Tenzekil Braybittle rings out over the wedding area.

“Fools! You shall rue the day you shunned my pallid condition
and laughed at my losses! Know your doom has come! When
Queen Rhoswen arrives, all will perish—you will choke upon
her mist, die by her thorns, and fall before her armies! May
you forever suffer the curses of the Fellnight fey! Tenzekil shall
have his revenge on you all!”