Visited Craven in tunnels of Xymor on way to Shukalgau and enchanted his medallion: An old man in a thick black robe turns the corner toward you. He wheezes and coughs and swats at the air in desperation, but nothing is there to your eyes. He turns to you and you see his pale, tight face is decaying. But it also wears dark wounds that ooze viscous yellow liquid. You recognize this as Barchiel . He stumbles hastily toward you and reaches to put his hands on your shoulders. You smell his rank breath as he says, “Muerath is pleased.” He grabs your medallion. “Her blessings to her son as best she can on your quest.” Your medallion darkens. “Hurry,” he says. He backs away and a spiked tentacle emerges from his chest. He grimaces in pain as he grasps it. The end coils around his and seems to pull him from the very fabric of Xymor until nothing remains of him or the tentacle.