The STRANGE OLD MAN leaves you ankle-deep in water on the swamp planet JAWEK. Once home to the Jawen race, a now exctinct species of humanoid reptiles, the planet's once bustling tree-canopy cities have been reclaimed by nature.

You feel the muck begin to seep through your rubber boots and you trapse through the forest. After hours of walking and finding nothing of interest, you see a ten-food OBELISK emerging from the swamp floor.

You examine the OBELISK and find something etched into its side. You recognize the language as OLD JAWEN.

The poem reads:

SA QAAREMI FAROVAE QAASWE

SOA QAAREMI FAROVAE TOS ENSYE

MANAVEI TOS FARE TA WYSEM ET PLYESEM

ET'A SA'AREVAI NAE PASE SA LYESEM

You translate the poem:

"THE SPIRITS CREATE ALL LIFE,"

"BUT THEY ALSO BRING DEATH"

"THEIR GREAT HANDS STILL GUIDE THE WIND AND RAIN"

"BUT THE SA'AREVAI CANNOT SAVE THEM FROM DARKNESS."

You feel a cold, heavy terror pass through you. You want to leave.

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