To have been Drakan, lord of all Atreia, and hence reduced to this paltry Sapien form for eternity... 'Tis dishonor, troth.

I can only be glad that mine subordinates cannot see me so laid low... like Ulaguru. That good comrade fought beside me in the bloody fields of Elysea.

Ah, a fine warrior, Ulaguru.... A tempest of death battering at his foe alike the angry sea doth fall upon a galleon's beak.

I do wonder if he lives anon. If thou hast pity for my plight, tell him his old general remembers him at least.

Player: Accept.

ULAGURU HUNGRY!! STILL NEED MORE FOOD!!

HAVE FOOD?? NO?? ULAGURU KILL AND EAT YOU!!

MORE FOOD!! MUCH MORE FOOD!! ULAGURU HUNGRY!!

Player: "I have a message for you, Krall..."

...

(Ulaguru suddenly falls quiet. His face twists into something almost... sad?)

(Uh oh. Maybe Marmeia knows what to do now.)

Player: "I can't feel sorry for it, can I...?"

Hey! What did you do to Ulaguru? That's the quietest he's ever been in all the time I've known him!

What? You talked to him? What on Elysea did you say to--

Oh. I see. You should've spoken to me about this first. I would've told you to tread lightly.

Player: "What happened?"

The Krall aren't animals, you know. They have pride too. Remembering his glory days, before I captured him, must've been too much.

Perhaps it would've been better if he was an animal. Then he might not be in pain now. I'm not sure what I can do.

At least knowing something about Ulaguru's past will help me understand him better. Please take this with my thanks.