Echoes from the Past

A single scroll lays within the wooden chest, rescued scant seconds before the ancient container collapses to dust. Quickly breaking the seal, you unroll the scroll and begin to read: 'Though long centuries have passed since the terrible magics our people unleashed, I have seen the circle close. The time will come when Malekith will stretch out his black fist, engulfing all of Ulthuan in war. The forests of Avelorn will burn, the plains of Ellyrion will teem with brutal creatures of the Badlands, and the three who denied Caledor will be forced to answer the call. 'I know they shall seek me, the scions of Aenarion who search for hope, and so I remain within these Empire lands, attempting to find some sort of peace among tree and ruined stone.'

Travel southwest through Ostland to the ruined tower nestled at the mountain's base and speak with the exiled sage, Saruthil.