Bishop Zasha'oth of the Fury

Bishop Zasha'oth, a foul mix of drow and scorpion, leers cruelly at you from atop the platform.

"Send me thy servant, the Reaver of Flame ..."

"Ha! you are too late. The spell of summoning cannot be broken. My life means little now.  The doom of Sorrowdusk is at hand! Yes! Slay me! My soul yearns to go to my god!"

Zasha'oth completes his prayer with his dying breath. Heat ripples through the temple -- Azhakul, Reaver of Flame, has come!

"AZHAKUL! Reaver of Flame, herald of woe, I bid thee come!"