Dost thou wonder at my visage, little creature?

Run you not in fear from the great Bharakha. I am but a beauty-starv'd and pitiful thing.

Trapped unto death, I, and the Krall who follow my standard.... What becomes of them? What of proud Ulaguru, commander of many legions?

Player: "I've heard the name."

T'is a fair thing. If thou wilt hear of one, Ulaguru stands bravest. He fights unequaled and thinks with a wit stronger than some Balaur.

If he lives, bring him a message. Tell him that his old ruler Bharakha wallows in a misery worse than death.

Player: Accept.

No, hold...not that. Never that tale of woe.

Tell him that stories are spun still of Ulaguru, loyal Krall hero, who some believe long dead.

Tell him, "We may outlive our era, but we do not vanish. We rise again in epochs without number." Sounds positive, does it not?

Player: "I'm not sure I approve, but all right."

Grrr...Grrraarrrra.

Give food!

Player: "Should I really tell him...?"

......

(Ulaguru suddenly becomes silently gloomy.)

(Something seems to be wrong with him.)

(You'd better ask Krall Researcher Mameia.)

Player: "I'll hold off on the message."

You spoke to a former associate of Ulaguru's? Are you quite certain?

That is to say, Ulaguru is a very old Krall. He's forgotten so much of his past that I suppose I'm surprised anyone remembers it.

Player: "His old commander went on about his bravery."

And now he's nothing more than a caged side-show, an animalistic research subject with no home of his own and no peers to ground him.

He would die of shame if he remembered Bharakha and his old position. Or possibly he'd turn on all Daevas and on me, his only friend left in the world, in his efforts to die a hero's death and forward Krall prominence.

Please, keep your silence on this to Ulaguru, but thank you for telling me.