I leave this message for all noble souls who seek what I seek:
I am far too deep in these Wastes now. I cannot believe my Lady's gift to be hidden in a place of such corruption. The most putrid lake could naught but transform into a verdant oasis with but the sparsest prayers to Her grace.
Nowhere to I sense a hint of anything but the foul taint that permeates this ravaged land. Yet I have fear I have little other choise to go on. I have joined a column of Empire soldiers that march to the core of the Wastes for a doomed assult on the seat of Chaos. The certainty of their fate seems to elude them, bu there cause is noble and I will provide them my blade. This choise will mean the end of my quest one way or another, for having scoured the rest of this world I am left with but one place to search, at the heart of this sinful place.