A particularly scaly abomination scratched at his head upon being located by the messengers of Suldaeroth, confused as to how he may have been found in the middle of the Harian's faux-desert. I digress, a thought made tangible by the illiterate as he requested the messenger read the letter to him instead, proving absolutely incapable of reading it. The "training" he underwent forgotten or so it would seem. "Molten Lo-- Oh! Suldaeroth. Wonder if mister Siawn will come too. Yes yes Rhaim will go."
((my body is ready lads))