'''Humbart Wessel: A ''' was a veteran fighter from [[Westmarch]] veteran fighter, he was the making a living as a mercenary captain who .  ==Story==Humbart journeyed with [[Gregus Mazi]] to [[Ureh]]. Humbart wrote a scroll telling about his travel with Gregus Mazi. Centuries later, [[Quov Tsin]] found Humbart's scroll during his research and collection of everything about Gregus Mazi and his magical investigations.

This is the scroll written by [[Humbart Wessel]] to [[Lord Hyram]] of [[Zakarum]]. [[Quov Tsin ]] used the information in this scroll to track down the location of Ureh, and the details on how to recreate the spellwork woven by [[Gregus Mazi ]] to open the gates to ethereal [[Ureh]]: ::On the seventh day, near dusk,the passage began, Master Mazi again approached the edge of the ruins. Says I to him, that this quest’s seen no good end and we should go, but he says he’s certain this time. The shadow will touch at just the right angle. It has to. ::Master Mazi promised much gold to us and another offer none there’d take, however worthy any might think themselves. Fly up to Heaven... older now, I still wouldn’t have taken it.

On the seventh day::The shadow came like he said, near dusk[[Nymyr]]'s hand reaching out for old Ureh. We watched,the passage began, Master Mazi again approached the edge of the ruinscertain as before that we’d been on a fool's quest. Says I to himAah, that this quest’s seen no good end and what fools we should go, but he says he’s certain this time. The shadow will touch at just the right angle. It has were to.believe that!

Master Mazi promised much gold to us and another offer none there’d take, however worthy any might think themselves. Fly up to Heaven ::I recall the shadow. I recall the shimmering. How the ruins suddenly looked alive again. older now, How the lights glowed inside! Swear I still wouldn’t have taken it.will that I heard the voices of folk, but couldn't see any!

The shadow came like he said::"I’m coming..." Those were Master Mazi's last words, [[Nymyr]]’s hand reaching out for old Ureh. We watchedbut not to us, certain as before that we’d been on a fool’s questthough. AahI remember them still, what fools and I remember how we were to believe thought we saw the glitter of the gold that!he’d told us about again and again—but not one man would enter. Not one man would follow. Master Mazi went it alone.

I recall ::We camped there, hearing the shadowvoices, hearing some of them call to us, it seemed. None of us would go, though. Tomorrow, I recall says to the shimmeringothers, tomorrow when Master Mazi comes out and shows all's well, we'll go in and get our fill. How the ruins suddenly looked alive againOne night, it won't matter. How the lights glowed inside! Swear I still will that I heard the voices of folk, but couldn’t see any!

“I’m coming . . .” Those were Master Mazi’s last words, but not to us, though. I remember them still::And in the morning, and I remember how we thought all we saw the glitter of the gold that he’d told us about again and again—but not one man would enterwere ruins. Not one man would followNo lights. Master Mazi went it aloneNo voices.

We camped there, hearing the voices, hearing some of them call to us, it seemed. None of uswould go, though. Tomorrow, I says to the others, tomorrow when ::No Master Mazi comes out and shows all’s well, we’ll go in and get our fill. One night, it won’t matter.

And in ::[[Lord Hyram]], I writ this down like I agreed and it goes to the morning, all we saw were ruins. No lights. No voices.Zakarum—