An etching taken from a wall in the Doyer Caves:

  The gifted and the mystery

  The loyal and the royalty

  Will stop repeating history

  Or Geera soon will fall

  Collect yourselves; collect your prize

  Take your aim and raise your eyes

  Or there will be much sorrow at the wall

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  A bearer of a crown

  A staff that will protect

  A sword whose blade is dull

  A lyre must defect

  A joint expedition whose aim is to deflect

  So Geera won't be wrecked

  By the clever architect

  Heed the warnings you will find

  Scent the air and cleanse your minds

  Ringing patterns when you're blind

  Touch when on the way that winds

  Take a twisted pathway

  Or take the one that's straight

  Start before it's too late