The smell of dung and disgusting creatures fill your nostrils as you walk the sewers under leyndell. Across the room you see a Morrgot drenched in shadows chained to the wall, the shackles next to him empty. He is large with white hair and horns on his sickly grey head. His is dressed in only a raggedy brown robe.

“What is thy business with these grounds?” Morrgot says, his raspy and low with a hint of annoyance.