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- Damn! Traveller, I may not have much time. I'm afraid I've been afflicted with the Scourge... see these blackened veins of mine? A sure sign of the Scourge. Gods, does it hurt. Every breath I take feels like knives are being thrusted into my lungs... I fear the worst will happen to my corpse.
- Traveller... please, will you grant a final request to a rotting old man?
- Once my life ends, burn my body. Do not bury it. Don't be so foolishly sentimental about it, simply char my body until nothing is left. Should you bury me, my corpse will simply turn into another corpse of the Scourge. I cannot risk that harm to the souls here.
- ...What is that potion? It... it exudes an unnatural aura. You wish for me to drink this?
- Hah! Fine. I'll humor you on my last hours of life.
- Blagh! Disgustingly bitter. Like piss mixed with water, just the way we Crackers like it. Where did you get this brew?
- How odd... who is this witch, may I ask?
- FitGirl, you say...
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