An orcish passerby took note of the odd message and settled down to eat his lunch at one such pillar. Keeping a wary eye on the mists, he pondered over the ratted parchment as he gnawed at his rations. After some scribbling and head-scratching, he considered the deciphered warning. Making his way back down the road towards the Uzg, he turned to gaze at the looming darkness, “Zowndz leyk zum hozh klompin’.”