Evil cloaked in the deepest and most terrible shadow of the oldest and brightest light sits on a nearby mountaintop, observing events at the adjacent Eyrie by means of a brass telescope.
At length The Bane of Avsilar, personally responsible for the destruction of the honour and fall of the first and greatest ever dwarven empire with a few well-placed truths, passes the telescope to one of her two companions and picks up her cup of tea.