From Their Corpses, Rise!

How kind... how generous our lord-commander is. Where he is flowers and sunshine, I am filled only with hatred.$B$BIt is not enough to end their miserable lives... I want them humiliated... debased!$B$BWhat could be more unspeakable than to be turned into that which you hate? To dedicate your existence to eradicating a thing, and then in the end to become it?$B$BHow sad.$B$BTake this tincture northwest to Onslaught Harbor. Apply it to their still corpses and watch what happens, but avoid the cathedral.