The Cart and the Man (scroll)
Feasted, have I,
Of thy breadcrumbs of solitude -- and
What some call that, the beverage of death,
Greets my parched lips in joyous anguish --
Sweet Nectar of the Gods!
I wish to taste of ye again!
Aye, for the Cart is borne by a Man,
But the Spirit of Man is Blood-borne --— High Priest Zalft Druleithien, in Sayings of the Mountain Priests, used for unknown purposes.