Pawns of the Undead King

Ignore these ragged clothes and this unshaven face, look into these piercing eyes that have held witness to the fall of kings: am I an agent of the Tyrelian Alliance forged between the demonic host of the Du Sauvre, the cunning Raffail, and the Undead King Tyrelian.

Could you tell?  I suspect not...

I, myself, evaded all the Hordes to walk in the Endless Wilds in order to deliver a message to the Citadel of Spikes from which the Undead King Tyrelian sits on his stell throne and rules all this land from.  I walked in his court of ghosts and specters where banshees sing to place into his icy hands words written by my master.  Such was the King's cunning that he had forged the alliance from beyond the grave and, now I see it clearly, but we were always just his pawns bound to do his bidding under the guise of our own free will.

Would you believe this is I told you that you are only talking to me now because the King wishes it to be? 

Don't breath a word to anyone, though, or his Black Sisters will come suck your brain out at night while you are dreaming...in fact, just to be safe, perhaps you should hire me to protect you..?  I know his ways, I have broken his alliance and I am no longer a pawn of the Undead King!

Yes, I see you thinking about it...we can determine the price after we leave.  Never stay in place too long or he will find you...