Rhazael was rapt in prayer and meditation on a mountain near Raiden when the letter reaches him. He casts Comprehend Languages on it and reads it with mounting apprehension.
"By the Sacred Light of Elishar! He invited them there with the promise of immortality, and if they're not careful enough... No, I don't want to even think about it. I must go there and make sure they don't activate it. I must not fail."
He gathers his few possessions and takes off at his best flying speed toward the lands of the North, indifferent to the chilling wind while snowlflakes freeze in his golden hair.
He's flying over the south coast of the troll lands when he notices a warrior, obsiously trasported by a magical wind, flying towards the same destination. He shouts at him, but the wind carries his voice away, and he's not able to catch up with the magical force that's carrying the fighter.
Nonetheless, he follows his trail till his destination, and lands 80' away from the large mechanicla door and stops there evaluating the two troll-kings. As soon as it's clear to him they are skilled in the martial arts, he walks forward and bows to them.