Bring us the dark gnomes! Bring us the delicious morsels! Bring them to us so that we me do as we must and bring great appeasement to the appetite! We will give you precious things. Powerful artifacts of heroes lost. Yet, you must bring the Svrifneblin to the sewers and bleed them. Bleed them so that the scent fills our nostrils. Bleed them!

Praise to The Appetite! Bring unto us the tender flesh and vestments of grey gnomes live and dead, so that they may be hurled with a cacophony of glorious screams and cries into the ever-guzzling maw of That Which Hungers! And, to those whom bring us these delightful morsels, we shall gift bountiful treasures from ages long past.

A growing sussurus of frenzied voices rises up from the sewers of Dunwarren, amidst louder cries of "The Appetite", and "It hungers!" No sooner do the wailings reach a cacophonous level then do they swiftly silence, and a bevy of sodden paper sheets are left in their wake throughout the sewers. They read:

The Chosen Praise to The Appetite, for grey ones return! As our eyes do see from hidden shadow, so do our snouts seek and scent. Bleed and bring the grey ones to our domain so that they may dwell in the gluttonous gullet of That Which Hungers forever more! Glorious gifts of knowledge, gold, and treasure await those who bring them to us!