I don't know you schmucks and I don't want to know you! SO LAY OFF ME! But - I've been taken at my word to pass this message along. AND COGRINI DON'T PASS ON HIS WORD! Anyway, I spent my last two weeks on Alcaz Island, working under the charge of one Doc. Aevil. That jerk didn't know what hit him when my actual research was put to the test making a mess for those schmucks on Theramore! I bet that Proudmoore was pissed, Ha! -- But let's cut to the chase. Mine like any self respecting Goblins eyes BLEED for knowledge and science and what have you. So! What did I do in my time away from the Doc? Explore the island, of course. And what do I discover bleeding half to death in the underground bunkers just below the surface of Alcaz Island?! Well, I don't know exactly but he's one of you for sure. Old troll, greenish skin, stinks like a dwarf and bleeding from his jugular -- ring any bells? The creep snatched me up and made me listen to his gurgles and moans for a half hour until I could finally figure out what he was going on about! He is one of yours, I know that. AND HE'S YOUR RESPONSIBILITY NOW! I did my part and I ain't doing no more. I told him I'd send you creeps a message and that's what I did. I'll be in Mudsprocket for ONE HOUR on (01/12/13) and if you're not there, then he'll meet his maker down there. And that's on you.

ONE HOUR!