"I see the endless icy void of Grenth's touch in your eyes stranger. It probably won't surprise you to learn that I too serve the god of death. When those around us fall lifeless to the cold, cold ground, I and my minions alone shall guide them to the afterlife. You would be wise to leave these lands quickly. Although we share a devotion to the same god, your soul will be guided as easily as the others."
"I gather Vehemus has sent you on one of his little scavenger hunts? That man is incapable of doing anything that involves getting his hands dirty. What is it you need? Garlic? You're in luck; it just so happens that I have some garlic right here. Now, leave me to my work. Grenth will be most pleased to have more souls to welcome to the Underworld this day, and should you not move quickly enough, I may just decide to add you to the list...."
"Pathetic, sniveling useless noble! Stop this caravan and turn your attention to me, your guide to the afterlife."
"Your guards will be of little use to you. Their souls shall be ushered to the Underworld, just as yours shall."