An Undead Bard, Old Sebilis

"Hail, ______. Are you perchance a minstrel?"

"I, too, am a bard, or was rather. I have been cursed by that blasted pile of bones who calls itself, Trakanon."

"He is the undead dragon who rules this realm. I came on a quest seeking strings for my new instrument."

"I sought to create a Magical Lute."

"One that would make me the greatest bard in all the lands! Are you on a similar quest?"

"Excellent. I have stayed here far too long and I wish to go to my eternal slumber. But before I do so, I ask for one last request."

"Well then, I would ask you a favor for one in return. If I bring that cursed dragon here, will you kill it for me?"

"Give me the Mystical Lute Body you have. I will return it, don't worry. I only wish to hold an instrument one last time before I leave."

"I feel so powerful once again…a strange feeling is overcoming me!"

"I do not need this."