Other PQs & BOs in this chapter:
Reaping Pain, The Storm is Coming

PQ Lore: Motes of dust fall from the rotten timbers within the ancient tower. The corpses of the Sorcerers who once practiced here lay face down on the icy flagstones. Their bodies lay in a crude triangle. At the triangle's center stands a sinister figure. Arcane mutterings spill forth from the lips of this crooked creature draped in dark silk and shadows as the animated corpses of the Sorcerers rise to do the bidding of their new master.