He was put on alert...

The prophecy signalled something big was about to happen.

He made sure Tharak, Son of Nosdyn was working on the prophecy as well as his priestess.

He sat that night on the chair outside of his house. He was a lord of his house by that point. Lloth approved House Krotar be merged into a House of Dark Elf society. Nosdyn considered the last few moons of late. A deep weight was on his shoulders. N'Jal...I have wronged you. Forgive me. He thought to himself that night. By that time period Elladra and Nosdyn had a least twenty young ones running around. They were halflings, Demon and Dark Elf hybrid spawn. Nosdyn was playing his flute that night. The undead had settled into their new House quite well the House of Ealladra.

He played the flute carefully. It was a sad song, mourning of N'Jal. A sad song from the Tular Plains. He felt it before he saw the strange robed figure looking at him. Nosdyn opened his eyes and conitnued to play the flute. He nodded having an audience always helped his confidence. He played the instrument.

"That's quite good my lord." The woman said calmly. She lowered her hood it was a Priestess from the Lloth temple, not his pet.

He stopped playing the flute and placed the flute away. "How can I help you my lady?"

"Lady Lethra sends a message from the Temple my Lord." She said calmly.

He nodded. "Go on."

"She seeks an audience at once. She has deciphered the meaning of the prophecy for you." The messenger said calmly. "You are to accompany me at once."

"Agreed." Nosdyn said and went with the messenger to the Temple of Lloth.