Cursed Oathbreakers, your honor’s in pawn And worthless the vows you have gone, Justice shall see you where others have gone, Delivered to those you betrayed! These are the signs of a mage that’s forsworn– The True Gifts gone dead in his hand, Magic corrupted and discipline torn, Shifting heart like shifting sand; Swift to allow any passion to run, Given to hatred and rage. Give him wide berth and his company shun– For darkness devours the Dark Mage These are the signs of a traitor in war– Wealth from no visible source, Shunning old comrades he welcomed before, Holding not steady course