Yendar Starpyre, Steamfont Mountains

"Hail, traveler! I sense you did not simply chance upon my isolation here, but are instead seeking me for something."

"Oh, if it is written in Eder Teir'Dal, most likely I can translate it. I will be happy to try, in any case. Let me see it, please."

"In the Plane of Hate, where dwell Innoruuk and his minions, there is a tome. This tome is called the Book of Souls."

"The Book of Souls chronicles all the lives Innoruuk has tainted over the years. It is in the care of the Maestro of Rancor. I can use this tome as a basis for my translation, if you return it and the note to me. An experienced practitioner in the art of non-detection should be able to snatch it from its resting place, don't you think, $race?'"

"I say, this is indeed a challenge. This is written in what I'm sure is the language of the High Priesthood of Innoruuk. I've often wished I could read this, but I have never had the key to unlock the language. Take this for now."

"My, this is quite a large list! Yes, I can use the names and dates recorded here to help me understand the script. It should be a simple matter now. A moment, please. Aha, yes, there we go. Translated as best I can! I do hope you're not involved in what is described here, as it is quite fiendish. Oi! You, woman! Give that back! ______, that woman there took your letter! I think I should leave you to discuss it with her. Best of luck!."