I am a thaumaturge, versed in the dark art of curses. For twenty summers have I studied methods of transporting the soul of the dead into the body of the living, and last night, I finally accomplished my goal... only to have that accomplishment fly out my labratory window. I knew I should not have used a vulture for my experiments! Now, a possessed and potentially dangerous abomination is circling about Thanalan, quite possibly fixing to excrete on some poor man's head before pecking out his eyes. I must ask for assistance in locating the bird and disposing of it... but not before drawing out the undead soul with the finger of a voidsent bomb.