whispers of the blood

Rova 15, 4719 - Beneath Citadel Altaerein

Clearing away the debris that choked and clogged the former Hellknight fortress is a task that slowly wears a goblin down. Yet here in the cool, dark caves, there is this odd sense of comfort. Uhn stares at the ramshackle throne and skeletal goblins all posed as though giving praise to a creature that turned out to be nothing more than a twisted fiend, high on his own megalomania.

There is a warm feeling suffusing Uhn as he steps deeper into this room. The warmth spreads through his body and bursts into a small voice in the back of his mind. "Blood," it mutters weakly. "I was born of blood, I sup of blood, and I exalt in blood. Yet before you I thirst. Why?" Uhn looks askance around the room for the source of the voice, but it was already quite clear that he was alone.

"I say to you this, a promise made once and shall be repeated now," the voice continued, "Three meals I require to regain my strength. One, the blood of a king. The second the blood of a queen. And last the blood of a godling." Uhn remembered this message. It came when he took hold of the jeweled scepter he now wore across his back. "The creature that once held me - that once stole me -," it corrected, "-possessed the blood of a king, though it was a mere snack. Not enough to recall what I once was."

What does Uhn do?