The curators journal ...
"Last night I prayed by the Mural of kaltenbach and I saw a vision clear as day before me ... "
"Waves crashing against our walls of Kaltenbach, relentlessly again and again shaking our foundations, and oh what a terrible noise, pierced by the low ascending howl of a wolf. Skoll himself cries and runs forth into the waves!"
"I see red, the waves, the water is turning red, there is yellow also, fragments, broken fragments of yellow cloth, the banners of Talabecland, shredded against our walls ... " This can only be a warning to our enemes ...
