"Just two more to make a thousand. Two more grains, and my cup will be full. I care not who makes it first — y

"Just two more to make a thousand. Two more grains, and my cup will be full. I care not who makes it first — you and your lands, my hound, or Pitax and its ruler. The time draws near. So enjoy yourselves, or fight, or celebrate your victory — each step you take is one more toward my triumph. Take the tool promised to you. It awaits you here, at the bottom of the lake in the Abbey. But bear in mind — my peacock already knows you have revealed his secret. He is terrified, and he will soon make his move." Finished speaking, the nereid hugs her shoulders and lowers her head.