The raven on his left shoulder took from underneath his wing a large amber pendant.
“You are wondering how all these writings came to be here. I want you to take this as a warning; there may be a second but there will not be a third- That such is the power of the holy spheres when scorned.
Look in to the jewel and see him in his foolishness.”
In the amber was a lonely figure drifting on a hillside.