I have nothing more to say.

Two years ago I was killed by you howling demons on my way home. I have lived in this wasteland ever since... Hunting... Feeding... Covering from the sun... I have made this family tomb my lair. My ancestors do not want me here. They hate me. I can feel it. I disgust them.

Now. Prepare yourself.

No courtesy for a vampire? Fine. Prepare yourself.

I thank you. Now. Prepare yourself.

No, I will not. She is my beloved daughter now and forever, but I am no longer her father. I am not Olmas Uvayn. I am an unholy creature. A blood vampire. I am dead. And I have a favor to ask of you... Will you rid me of this cursed existence? Will you end my unlife?

You fool... Do you think you're the first adventurer to come to this tomb? Do you think you're the first one I ripped to shreds after they refused to do what I asked? You are nothing to me! You don't get to decide! You will either kill or be killed. And should you prevail, you will take the news of my death to Arvud, to my family! To my daughter Felara. But do not tell them that I became a vampire. That is not how I want to be remembered.

Thank you. I hope you are able to do the deed. I will not perish easily, and it is not in my nature to bear my neck to the executioner without a fight. But before we begin, I have another favor to ask of you: should you prevail, will you take the news of my death to Arvud, to my family? To my daughter Felara? But, I ask you, do not tell them that I became a vampire. That is not how I want to be remembered. Tell them that I died long ago. Will you do as I ask?

My daughter... She never gave up hope, did she? Sweet girl. Of all my family, I miss her the most.

Yes, I think you can. But not in the way you perhaps meant. You see, I have a favor to ask of you... Will you rid me of this cursed existence? Will you end my unlife?

Pity me, if you wish. Ridicule me, if you wish. I care not. I have shared my story with you, because I have a favor to ask of you... Will you rid me of this cursed existence? Will you end my unlife?

I have shared my story with you, because I have a favor to ask of you... Will you rid me of this cursed existence? Will you end my unlife?

This happened two years ago... I have lived in this wasteland ever since... Hunting... Feeding... Covering from the sun... I have made this family tomb my lair. My ancestors do not want me here. They hate me. I can feel it. I disgust them.

Good. That is what I want. But before we begin, I ask this favor of you: will you take the news of my death to Arvud, to my family? I have been away for so long. They must learn that I am dead. But, I ask you, do not tell them that I became a vampire. That is not how I want to be remembered. Tell them that I died long ago. Will you do as I ask?

We were traveling back home... there was an ash storm... I was separated from the rest of the caravan. Did I stray and lose my way? Did they leave me behind? I don't remember... But I remember that out of that ash storm the Baluath came... howling like demons. Gods, they moved so fast! They killed me and drank my blood. And then I lived again.

Yes, that was my name. Serjo Olmas Uvayn... Until I became what I became.

Yes, that was my name. Serjo Olmas Uvayn... Until I became what I became.

He is gone. My mother was right: hope is a cruel thing.

So, it turns out that my sister and my mother were right. All this time... he was dead. This is not the news I had hoped for. I need time to process this. Would you please leave me alone now? Please?

That is awful! He was neither dead nor alive then... but a monster. This is not the news I had hoped for. It would've been better had you left that part out, %PCName. I need time to process this. Would you please leave me alone now? Please?

No, that's a lie. That's a horrible, awful lie! Why would you say something like that? I have just found out that my father is dead, and you try to make me believe that he became some sort of monster? I refuse to believe that. Leave me. Please.

No, I don't believe you. I'm sorry, %PCName, but I don't believe what you're saying. You're not making any sense. I need proof. Some proof that my father is dead. Or alive. Leave, and don't come back until you have it.

...

No, that's a lie. You're not telling me something. What is it?

So, he's not dead after all? He's alive! My father is alive! Where is he then? Where did you leave him?

No, no, no! You must have some proof. Tell me: what did you find?

Well, how do you know it was him? You could've made a mistake. You must've made a mistake. You saw someone else.

Yes... this is my father's sword. So, he is dead then. I can't believe it... I was so sure that he was alive. I felt it. I felt it, %PCName! How could I be so wrong?

Yes... that is my father's sword. So, he is dead then. I can't believe it... I was so sure that he was alive. I felt it. I felt it, %PCName! How could I be so wrong?

Please... I know you know something. Just tell me.

What do you mean? Did you see the body? Do you... do you have any proof?

You have found something, haven't you? You have news of my father?

I don't know where to tell you to begin your search, but maybe someone in this town knows who exactly were with him when he disappeared. Good luck, %PCName. I do hope you find him and bring him home!

Yes. My mother says that hope is a cruel thing, but I will never give up.

You sound like my mother and my sister. They have given up.

You would find my father? Thank you, outlander. I don't know where to tell you to begin your search, but maybe someone in this town knows who was with him when he disappeared. Good luck, %PCName. I do hope you find him and bring him home!

I don't know how to explain it... It is just a feeling. I'm sure he's still out there somewhere in the wasteland, but is unable to return for some reason. Perhaps some bandits are keeping him prisoner, I don't know. All I know for certain is that he is alive.

My father disappeared in the Armun Ashlands a little over two years ago. He was traveling with a caravan that got trapped in a vicious ash storm. Some made it to Arvud, but some, like my father, disappeared. My mother and sister and everyone else seem to think that he's dead, but I know he's still alive.

I don't feel like talking about my father with you, %PCName.

He's dead, %PCName, I'm sure of it. The vampires killed him. If you need further proof, the Uvayn Ancestral Tomb lies southwest of the Ishanuran camp. Go there and consult the ancestral spirits. Maybe serjo Uvayn's spirit is with them.

As luck would have it, we were attacked. I managed to escape just barely, but the serjo wasn't so lucky. I looked for him after the storm died down, but didn't find anything. He's dead, %PCName, I'm sure of it. If you need further proof, the Uvayn Ancestral Tomb lies southwest of the Ishanuran camp. Go there and consult the family's ancestral spirits. Maybe serjo Uvayn's spirit is with them.

Yes, I remember. I was the guide for him and his retinue. We were traveling through the wilderness when an unnatural ash storm blew in. Couldn't see a damn thing. We strayed off course, and then everyone panicked. In the confusion, the serjo and I lost track of the caravan. I don't blame them for leaving us behind. There was good reason to assume the worst, you see. Baluath vampires come out to hunt in those storms.

He was a good friend, a good husband, and a good father. I am glad that he is at peace.

I don't have to hear it. I know that my husband has been dead for a long time. You should speak with my daughter Felara.

He was a good friend, a good husband, and a good father. I hope one day my daughter Felara will accept the fact that he is gone. That's all I have to say about this matter.

I would rather not talk about this anymore.

I know that my father is dead. But speak with Felara. She will want to hear what you have to say.

My father died in the Armun Ashlands two years ago. That wound has only now begun to heal. I would rather not talk about this anymore.

There was an Ashlander guide who traveled in serjo Uvayn's retinue. I remember hearing that he was the last person to see the serjo. The Ashlander's name is Lugash. You should speak with him. He now works as a watchman in the Ernabapalit tradepost, southwest of here.

There was an Ashlander guide who traveled in serjo Uvayn's retinue. I remember hearing that he was the last person to see the serjo. The Ashlander's name is Lugash. You should speak with him. He now works as a watchman in the Ernabapalit tradepost, southwest of here.

There was an Ashlander guide who traveled in serjo Uvayn's retinue. I remember hearing that he was the last person to see the serjo. The Ashlander's name is Lugash. You should speak with him. He now works as a watchman in the Ernabapalit tradepost, southwest of here.

There was an Ashlander guide who traveled in serjo Uvayn's retinue. I remember hearing that he was the last person to see the serjo. The Ashlander's name is Lugash. You should speak with him. He now works as a watchman in the Ernabapalit tradepost, southwest of here.

Searching for him is a fool's errand, I'm afraid.

I wasn't a part of serjo Uvayn's traveling retinue. And the good serjo disappeared such a long time ago... Perhaps one of the caravaners or scouts might remember something.

You're asking me? I have no idea what happened to him.