The infamous Dung Eater sits on the ground, surrounded by hundreds of defiled corpses and clad in malformed armor. He slowly raises his head as you approach him.

Have you ever felt the curse? With your whole being, the pox upon life itself. Feared and despised by all. The Reviled blessing. Dung Eater chuckles

Apparently not. You are but a lamb. A stranger to defilement. Ignorant to your own ignorance. You no longer interest me. I've been long without peace. Don't spoil my quietude.