@30040    = ~The living rarely tread here after dark. You are no kin to the others—those who feast on mortal blood—nor do you carry the plague. Why have you come? Do you want to join us in undeath?~
@30041    = ~I'm searching for the source of a sickness that's stricken the slums. Are you behind it?~
@30042    = ~My reasons are of no concern to you. But you have no right to linger here.~
@30043    = ~Undeath is no gift. I've come to end your corruption.~
@30044    = ~The sickness is a gift we offer freely. It takes away the pain of living. No more hunger. No more suffering. Only stillness. Only mercy.~
@30045    = ~You call this mercy? Speak to the dying in Ilmater's temple and see what comfort they've found!~
@30046    = ~I've heard enough. Go back to your graves, or be forced back into them!~
@30047    = ~We will not be turned from our cause... Death claims all in time.~
@30048    = ~...Some sooner than others. Strike, my kin, let the dust claim this intruder.~
