"Sauriil!" Ignoring her wounds, Falin grabbed his shoulders. "Snap out of it! What's going on, who's back?"

'Dovahthur . . . he's back.'

(Oh, and Makor is here.)

"Dovahthur, Sauriil and I defeated him centruies ago, I fear nothing, but that thing, it scares me."

Falin frowned, "I've never heard of him. But that name still gives me a bad feeling..." She could here the sound of Corrupted creeping closer. Their crazed bloodlust hung in the air. "We need to leave here."

I snap out of it, 'Yes, of course.' I teleport everyone out.

Zork we are back in Frostcrag Spire. Meet us here.

Falin glanced around, "So you did get things patched up around here." She turned to Sauriil, "Weren't you speaking to Gold earlier? Should we tell him what's going on yet?"

"It can't be, weapons have no impact on him. Only magic, the Staff of Magnus."

'We should. Yes we should.' I still look shaken. 'I don't really feel all that well.'

"Easy there," Falin put her arm around Sauriil's shoulders, "Come on, you should sit before to collapse."

Dovahthur appeared before us. He smiled. His scales shimmered a dark green. 'Hello, brother.'

He emphasized disgust in the word "brother."

'Dovahthur! How?! I killed you!'

Dovahthur merely laughed.

(Yol Goraag Dol, Fire Magma Iron). A golden scaled, armored dragon flew down to Makor.

"What is it that you need, Thurri?" Yolgoraagdol asked

"Let me ride you, and take my allies." He looks at Falin and Sauriil. 

"Very well, Thurri." Makor sits on the front. 

"Sauriil. sit behind me, Falin you make sure nothing him happens to him." 

Falin nodded and pulled Sauriil over to the dragon. "Climb on."

Dovahthur looked at everyone like they're stupid. 'Do you realize what my name means? Dragon Overlord!'

(Please write a freaken' translation, is that too hard to do!)