Andras escaped from the dungeons of Isengard. From his vantage point in the Ox-clan encampment, he saw Isengard empty and march south. The opportunity to exact his revenge on Saruman of Many Colours was beyond his ability to resist, and he sent forth a call through the Boar-clan resistance to all who would heed to come to Nan Curunír and make a stand against the White Hand.
'It was glorious, Player! I found a perch where I was able to witness your attacks both on the lumber-camp and the troll's rampage within the Ring of Isengard. The Wizard's forces will be in confusion for weeks!
'As you live, I assume you were successful within the Pits as well? Good. Some of those abominations may once have been my kinsmen, but they have been twisted into creatures wholly evil.
'Now, I have task for you that is perhaps a bit more daunting, and for which I recommend you go as a party of no less than six. When I was enslaved in Isengard, I was tasked with bringing ore to a Foundry where only Saruman and his most trusted servants were ever seen. I believe that there he is forging weapons of great magical power, obscene things that should not be permitted to see the light of day.
'I ask that you go there and destroy his evil forge, so that no more evil may come of that place. His chief acolyte, Penrith, is a kinsman who has abandoned the ways of the lûth and has embraced Saruman's evil magic called 'industry'... he must be destroyed.
'Penrith is dead? Then my revenge is nearly com... what was that, you say? The Foundry was not producing magical weapons, but the wizard was in fact forging rings of power?
'Even among my people there are ancient tales of the Shadow Walkers... kings of old who took the Great Rings of Power from Sauron and became undead sorcerers of terrible power. I do not wish to see this thing come to pass in my lands, watching as my people are turned into evil shadows in the service of Saruman of Many Colours.
'I fear, Player, that there is only one course: to face the Wizard and take his rings. They must be destroyed, each and every one, before great evil befalls Dunland, Rohan, and the world beyond!
'I warn you, this will be no easy task, so you must go in great number... six warriors, no matter how hardy, cannot hope to enter the Tower of Orthanc and stand against a Wizard! Will you do this?'1/1
'What? Y-you live? Bless the Uch-gwirod! You look like you barely made it out of that evil place alive, though. Were you routed?
'The rings are destroyed, five subservient and his master ring? All of them? Thrice blessed be the Uch-gwirod! Though I see from your look that Saruman lives and is hardly powerless, the threat I feared no longer exists: his Ring-forge is destroyed and the last of the rings with it!
'While you were gone, Gwin of the Avanc-lûth came and left gifts for any heroes who dare to stand against the Wizard... they are yours and with great thanks. We will begin our journey home as soon as my strength returns, with hope of peace in our hearts.'1/1
