"One of them comes into the hall of the heart of the tree in which I rest. But no, it is not one of these crea

"One of them comes into the hall of the heart of the tree in which I rest. But no, it is not one of these creatures — it is an alien being, hiding its true face! It throws me through the portal, straight into the craving hands of the one who calls himself King Irovetti. I..." The Storyteller stops speaking and sighs heavily. "Forgive me. I cannot glean anything more."