The old man put up his notebook and shook the Vrettonian woman's hand, a hearty laugh accompanying it. It wasn't too terribly often you find a group of people on a quest for a queen these days, especially at the age he was at where it was even difficult to stand up right after you sat for just a couple of minutes. He lowered his hood, revealing his shiny bald head and his scarred face. [b]"Queenly business eh? I'll be damned if I can remember the last time I helped with that. Well, I ain't got much to tells ya, but I'm Ursaren, a Priest of Maestus, ex-adventurer, and a pretty skilled alchemist and healer if I do say so myself. That's a large amount of information you need to know from me, ain't much left after that."[/b] Ursaren felt that most of the other information he could tell them was of the current moment pointless. 

Ursaren pondered the thought of telling them of his affliction or not, but he feared that this band of adventurers would attempt to murder him in cold blood if he did. Rather than telling them straight away, he felt like the best idea would be to reveal it in a situation where it would be beneficial, which would hopefully lean them towards being accepting of his... it wasn't really a curse or a blessing... thing? Let's go with thing, heh heh! [b]"Would it be rude if I asked if anyone in this group was a werewolf? I'm not afraid of them, I'm just curious in the case that if I did go with you youngsters I'd wake up and find a giant wolf beside me."[/b]

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