It is bitter, the parting between Uzara and I. I lay her to rest here knowing no one will avenge her, for they all believe she died for some great cause.
I did not want her to join the Zakarum knights. I have seen what their corruption has done firsthand, I know that there is no quiet or blessed end for them.
There is no body in her crypt. Somewhere in the desert is a body, nameless, alone, claimed by monsters or bandits. I am so sorry, sister, and so angry at your passing.