Near the Dark Lake an impaled Lizard-body can be found, blood sips out of three nasty holes inside the neck, evidently inflicted by something sharp. An additional stake is forced through it's chest, to which a note has been attached; clearly readable, however drenched in blood.
The Lizards of Sslal'teesh struck for the second time today. Their scouts walked through Upper, freely, invisible. They are planning an attack, and would such be the case, a dreadful disease spread among their victims will be an inevitable factor. They spread Moanders' foulest diseases which will be the end of all-things-being; for Umberlee's balance must be kept. We must slay their shamans, and most of all, their High-shaman. Ignore this threat, and consider your life forfeit. Find me Silver-Scales if you truly want to live; or get me a boat. I am Shroom.