Upon reaching the Eternal Abandon, they find that The Keeper was never a threat to the village or anyone. An withered old man, who by someone, has been held prisoner here. Before he can explain what they must do, his captor shows his face to the collective.
Narrator: Surrounded by low growls and echoes of screams, the collective makes it way into the Eternal Abandon.
Hildor: Keep your mind steadfast, as we cannot see into the distance.
Lord Bonecrush: Brom, keep the torch high. We need to be ready for anything.
Overlord Brom: MFMFMFMFMFMFMFMFMMMM (talking through helmet)
Lord Bonecrush: Good.
Narrator: A faint voice reaches their ears. They approach a withered old man who is down to the bone.
The Keeper: Over here! I knew you’d come!
Lord Bonecrush: Old man, are you one of the ancient beings?
The Keeper: Yes, however, I am being held captive by a foul being resurrected by Dregmour.
Davidicus: Dregmour? Who is this you speak of?
The Keeper: …......S-Sorry I fell asleep, what?
The Keeper: Oh, he is the man you seek behind this slaughter, he....nevermind that now, I will tell you everything, but now you must free me before..oh no it may be too late!
Overlord Brom: MFF!
Lord Bonecrush: Brom is right, READY YOUR ARMS!
The Keeper: The SPELLJAMMER!