You hear a man in some sort of cave.

“Damnit, Azrolei, just speak to me.”

He cursed angrily, flipping through the pages of an ancient Zaluxian text. He looked intimidating.

“…!”

He heard your footsteps and his head snapped towards you.

“My, my. A curious little bird has entered.”

He sounds amused, but his expression conveys annoyance…