From Their Corpses, Rise!

How kind... how generous our lord-commander is. Where he is flowers and sunshine, I am filled only with hatred. It is not enough to end their miserable lives... I want them humiliated... debased! What could be more unspeakable than to be turned into that which you hate? To dedicate your existence to eradicating a thing, and then in the end to become it? How sad. Take this tincture northwest to Onslaught Harbor. Apply it to their still corpses and watch what happens, but avoid the cathedral.