Urik focuses his white, glowing eyes on the girl, listening to her story closely. His expression doesn't change until she's done, furrowing his brow and looking upon her with a dark, almost haunted gaze.

[color=8882be]"You don't know what you ask for, child."[/color] He grumbles, finding his goals suddenly in conflict with his morals. 

A little girl was asking him... to kill his target [i]for her[/i]? His heart sank at the request, the request shaking him. 

[color=8882be]"My goal was to kill the last of the Ramshorn Harvestmen. Your request changes nothing. However..."[/color]

He suddenly gets to his feet, rubbing his chin through his thick beard and resting a hand on the pommel of his scimitar. Staring down at her, he speaks up again.

[color=8882be]"Daughters. There are more than you, then? Where are the others?"[/color]