Mercy for the Lost

The fiend who stole our raptors has been corruptin' dem with some kind of magic. Now dat dey've grown with dis corruption inside of them, I fear dere's little we can be doin' to save dem outside grantin' them da peace of death. Go ta Zalazane's Fall, northwest of here, an' see da task done. I hope ya can stomach dae work. I don't tink I could bring myself ta do da deed, even knowin' that it be needed.