Too Late to Prelate

Duke Nargelas and the Baron of Silverlaine were good friends in life. Because of the respect and friendship they held for one another I too decided to keep close communication with the Prelate of Silverlaine Keep. Prelate Ironmane soon became my closest friend. He was a man like no other.

At times I'd leave Glenshire simply to hear his sermons. The way he spoke of the Light and the peace it brought him made me feel inferior as a holy man, even jealous perhaps. He would be ashamed were he to see me in this state.

<Father Brightcopf pauses for a few seconds.>

I know how this sounds <name>, but I hear the call of his spirit from the now corrupted keep. Ghosts face a different type of undeath, unlike ours. While I managed to regain myself after the Lich King's grasp weakened, he will forever be stuck in a certain place in time. Not even aware of his own death.
Please, allow my friend to rest.

A tragic fate.

I hope his soul may find its peace in the Light once more.