Prophecy

Iron, silver and gold. They obey me just as a servant does the master. They enjoy my soft whispers just as I enjoy their cold surface. Take with you this precious mold of iron. It is the bane you seek. Respect its power as you have my mastery this day ...... wait, you, you are |n, are you not? You are. I have heard your name over and over, day in, day out. I hear your name, always ringing in my ear ... It is he, in the cage over there! Egit the Pathetic. He mumbles, yells and cries your name without end. The sun comes and goes as we rot in these cages and he continues to cry out your name. He scratches it into his skin. He bleeds your name!

Kill Egit the Pathetic to retrieve his scarred skin. Then use the skin in order to read it.