The gnome's eyes glint slyly. "Would anyone listen to the stories, if they are told quick and simple? But fine

The gnome's eyes glint slyly. "Would anyone listen to the stories, if they are told quick and simple? But fine. The one that sings dies of desperation in the night. The one that is dead poisons the clear waters. This poison born of death is what can awaken the wrath — and awaken the path."