A sandstorm blasted outside Wros Z'roluem palace as Yowfe Adyma knelt before his master.
Phanavaom snapped the Tome of Ectherion closed and set it carefully aside. "My willful acolyte, this tome has revealed secrets of this dimension to me. Though you risked its acquisition with your ambitious curiosity, its theft was a great boon. You'll redeem yourself by obeying me now."
Adyma looked up. "Command me."
"There is something I need you to acquire. I know not what it is, other than it has a power I require. You will travel to Quor and wrest the knowledge of it from J'osgรผl Saddet, the Beyonder. Go."
Adyma rose and approached the doors. He stopped and turned. "Do you know its name, my master?"
Phanavaom sat upon what had been Ascarn's throne. "The koan."
"It will be yours." Adyma strode out into the howling sands.