Roderick is currently on his death bed due to an unknown illness. Ulmug, like the rest of his comrades, are waiting for the cure for Roderick's sickness to take effect, but Ulmug is getting upset with the slow recovery. He shares this feeling with a fellow mercenary, Neesha.
Ulmug gro-Cromgog: "I just don't know. Is the medicine sustaining Roderick's life, or just postponing his death? How can he survive for so long with a fever so high?"
Neesha: "Roderick's fever is in check, unlike your tongue! How can you think such things, after all he has done for us? For you? Have a little faith."
Ulmug gro-Cromgog:"Faith? Are you telling me we're supposed to rely on the good graces of the Divines to keep Roderick alive? Even he would laugh at such nonsense!"
Neesha:"Then what would you propose? What more can we do? That medicine is keeping Roderick alive. For now, that's the best we can hope for."
Ulmug gro-Cromgog:"I know, Neesha. And I meant no disrespect. It's just that... I hate waiting around like this, watching him suffer!"
Neesha:"As do we all, dear friend. Do not fear. I have been assured that the medicine will restore our Roderick to full health. But it will take some time."
Ulmug gro-Cromgog:"Then let us trust a bit less to faith, and a bit more to our own strength. I shall guard the medicine cabinet myself. Just in case."
Neesha:"And I shall continue my vigil at Roderick's side. It's just a matter of time before our leader returns to us. I can feel it in my heart."