Cyric, why have you allowed me to be so weak? That conniving Yuan-Ti wench has taken our beloved focus, the altar that I constructed to show your glory, the glory of the Dark Sun! Now she kills what few loyalists I have left, and raises them as undead with its power! Great Prince of Lies, I must smash the focus before her army grows too great with its misuse! How dare she drag it to the depths of the Warrens! She wastes its potential on plague dead! Her scales will be plucked one by one! I will rend...

It appears that whatever writing implement Jared was using broke at this point.