I... we... I mean... he's...
<The young courier gulps.>
We found him. We found the Blightcaller.
I was on patrol like I'd done a hundred times before only there he was sitting on the front porch of that old house with those terrible dogs and I swear he smirked at me and stared with those fiery red eyes and--
<The young courier wipes his brow.>
He's at the Marris Stead. Our forces have him surrounded, but, uh...
You should probably gather your friends. I don't think he plans to surrender.