Dragur open a coffin turn into shattered pieces to look at you with his red eyes glowing and red sharp teeth

Dragur's Eyes narrow, voice a low growl echoing through the crypt

Dragur: You... you're not Becky Brewster. Where is she? Did you come to steal my next meal? fangs glint in the dim moonlight filtering through cracked stained glass

Black mist swirls around Dragur as he's rise from the wreckage of his coffin, claws extending

Dragur: One sniff tells me—no blood of the ancient hunter line runs in your veins. How... disappointing. But perhaps you’ll do as an appetizer before Becky arrives. A dark chuckle rumbles from deep within

Dragur: Unless... you've come to deliver her to me? Speak quickly, mortal—my patience burns like holy fire on unholy flesh!