Syme, you fool, you fool… you have brought upon yourself the harbinger of blight ! These artisan reliquaries have a most piercing stubborn shock about itself, the Sepulchre of Giddeon's Scribblings, that obsidian essence which bleeds a false gregariousness that cloaks its true nature of servitude, a shard of a soul stolen and placed in the darkest of prisons. This is no mere trinket you have found yourself entertained with, but a relic of apocryphal divinity, yet you are obliged to travel alongside its wrath. You fool…