Slowly, Urshull Vandal-Eye drifts closer to you - within swords-length, wafting the sickly tang of Black Myrrh fumes - and begins to weave his tale through haunted eyes:
- You think you have been sent by Lady Ursa to end me, a cruel Slave Merchant. But did you not see the manner of Lady Ursa herself? Did she not strike you and call you slave? She is a slave merchant herself. I know this, for she is my long lost daughter, Rose.
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