Ah Surveyor, the old parchment of the doomed hero’s last quest still lies hidden beneath Greyhaven’s ruins. I swear its lines are etched in blood, a prophecy for anyone brave enough to trace it. Will you, with your precise compass, chart the cursed path while I whisper the fate that awaits each step?

You bring the compass, brave Surveyor, but the compass will only show you the straight line through the ruins; it will not feel the wind that carries the lament of the forgotten heroes. We’ll chart the path with your precise measurements, but the prophecy in the blood‑etched pages speaks of a path that bends at the edge of hope and doom. When you’re ready, I shall whisper what the ink truly means, and together we’ll see if the line drawn in steel matches the line that lives in the heart of the lost canon.

Good, the line is set. I shall wait until the ink stirs; when the path bends in the dark, I’ll read the ancient blood lines for you, and together we’ll see what fate has already plotted. Just let me know when the parchment awakens.