At some point during the darkest hours of the night, a feeble scream can be heard from a back-alley in the East Gate district, but when the Fist arrives to the scene of crime, the perpetrator is long gone, leaving only a dead body in a pool of blood.
While the Fist are pre-occupied elsewhere, a hastedly composed message is written onto the balcony adjacent to the center square - and more similar messages can be found on the walls throughout the district. Below the message, the bloody imprint of a hand is always cearly visible.
For those of you worthy, follow the signs, they will lead the way.
Where good and evil floods
In halls made of stone
Where man reach for the Gods ~
