Thanos pulled the great iron doors open and walked into the front room of the castle. "I'm afraid I've kept something from you, my old friend. I have wandered these halls endlessly since the Great Man left us, rummaging through the displays and his endless volumes of forgotten lore. And one day not long ago I tumbled upon this." The mage pulled another tome from his shadowy cloak. Ironhoof pulled a pair of spectacles from his tunic and barely made out the title through the caked dust: "Magicum Necronomicon Anciens." "This, my old, old friend, held the answer all along. And this . . . ." Thanos pointed to a gnarled staff laying upon a marble table. "A fergotten book. An Ancient Staff. Yer talk in rriddles ya bloody witch!" Thanos chuckled softly, then gripped the old dwarf's shoulder. "Aye, t'was a riddle alright, Onyx, a mighty riddle. But one that the Old Bones left enough clues about to solve. It took a bit of time, a bit of pondering, and a night of incantations long forgotten in this Land, but tis done." "Ye been sippin' too much ale this eve, Thanos! Yer talk gibberish now!" .....