Neverwinter Forest What the feck

With the stone in full view now, Ganon sighed in relief. It was a hunk of quartz, the Witch's Mirror. Though Ganon was not in tune with his family's Gods, a shiver ran through the Void. History repeated itself then, playing with Relmyna's daughter and Potema's son. Whatever sensations Ganon might have felt, he chocked down to the breeze.

He took the stone, moving slowly. The stone was too perfect, he thought. He wanted it for himself. He was a warlock (in name only, he wasn't that accomplished in magic, but definitely better than most of the wolves around here. and he at least had the time to learn). Doesn't he deserve something like this instead of this mute? Ganon furrowed his brow and pressed his nose to the stone, murmuring a spell to himself.

Idañe dōron, iksan isse rōvēgrie jorrāelagon hen aōha dohaeragon. Iksan doru iemnȳ, hae ñuha mundari grips rȳ ñuha olvie prūmia. Nyke epagon bona ao aid nyke, dohaeragon nyke isse giēñagon nykēla hen bisa. Kostilus dohaeragon nyke naejot sagon kostōba se qopsa iemnȳ, dohaeragon nyke isse issare biare arlī. 

He repeated the words again and again, feeling the energy from his body concentrating in the seeing stone his body was connected to. He paid little mind to the young woman near him, trusting enough that she would not disturb him.