An etching taken from a wall in the Doyer Caves:

The gifted and the mystery

The loyal and the royalty

Will stop repeating history

Or Geera soon will fall

Collect yourselves; collect your prize

Take your aim and raise your eyes

Or there will be much sorrow at the wall

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A bearer of a crown

A staff that will protect

A sword whose blade is dull

A lyre must defect

A joint expedition whose aim is to deflect

So Geera won't be wrecked

By the clever architect

Heed the warnings you will find

Scent the air and cleanse your minds

Ringing patterns when you're blind

Touch when on the way that winds

Take a twisted pathway

Or take the one that's straight

Start before it's too late