(I fear I might be overusing Morgeruat's character, but it's going to be so difficult to continue without doing that...
Hope he won't mind...)
"The Modding Mage," hissed Sir Morguerat again, clenching his fists. "He it was who devastated the land with his vile magic. Now I swear to put an end to his evil by procuring the mystic
stone of H'rrrK A'ckm'Yh'Ead, which will turn the tables decisively against him."
"Stone of H'rrrK A'ckm'Yh'Ead?" muttered the mage. What is this stone he spoke of? Rufus searched his mind, but could recall nothing. Perhaps his master would know, or perhaps one or more of the tomes in their library would shed light on the matter.
Then Rufus turned to look at Sir Jorlon. "Oh, what are you reading, Sir?"