Oh, how this wretched thing has brought calamity to this sacred place. We were founded on the glorious tenets of Zamorak, not the whispering of some crystal stolen from the desert. Yet, look how they bandy around it, as though it were the most marvellous thing.
I will not have it.
Vulketra and his deranged fanatics need this stone for their schemes; need its power to turn against my forces. They need its strength to bind the demons to their wills and slaughter me and mine.
I shall not give them the satisfaction.
The stone will be destroyed. I will see to it. I am done with its whispering and the madness it inspires in my once glorious fraternity. It shall fall to the edge of my blade and I will see it shatter to dust.
I will laugh as they mourn its end.