- You see a change in Uhrked's eyes, and he gives you a cold, even wicked, look. "And if it were so, Your Grace?
- Verdrin muffles a deep cough and wipes blood from his lips with an unsteady hand.
- A group of travelers carrying bags, satchels, and sacks full of all manner of goods and chattels are shuffling
- "Who are you?"
- The man throws a glance at his small group. "Name's Uhrked. These here are my companions. We come from the vil
- "Who are you?"
- Verdrin gives a few deep, muffled coughs. The feverish glint in his bloodshot eyes, the glow in his cheeks, th
- "Who are you?"
- "There's nothing you can do for Verdrin — his signs are like the others afflicted. Any moment, a monster might
- "I have to go."
- "Judging by your bags, you are not just traveling. You are on the run."
- [Attack] "Let's have a little fun. Why don't you try to run to Galt, and we'll see how many of you live to get
- "This young fellow — what's wrong with him?"
- [Kill the afflicted youth]
