Slay 10 Shaman of the Black.
<The eye speaks to you, its 'voice' reverberating as if coming from everywhere at once.>
You seek my sight, <race>? My powers come at a price. These disciples of the Twilight have been honoring me with the blood of Wildhammer dwarves from the nearby ruins, but still I thirst. Perhaps you can do better.
Slay my old masters, and my vision is yours. Honor me with the slaughter of the Shaman of the Black. Blood is blood, after all.