Un humilde servidor, al amanecer anterior al de ayer, estaba presente cual anonadado prestidigitador, sentado en mi yurbe, vi a un individuo al fondo de mi estrecha calle. Había vuelto el pregonero.
► El mensaje de Eepxio ◄
Eepxio: but please, give this message to all Media-Vidians:
Eepxio: Hearken: long ago, this Age, was fought the battle
Eepxio: Lost was not, nor won, stay still, do not prattle!
Eepxio: Media-Vida saved was by skillful Letto thy chief
Eepxio: Beware ye imps, because the respite is brief
Eepxio: Forewarned ye be, ye hapless Media-Vidians
Eepxio: The end and doom are nigh, like hidden ophidians
Eepxio: Say that to all of thy Media-vidian friends, for the Wise amongst them will know how to interpret those words, sent by Manwe, King of Arda, Lord of the West
