You find yourself in the dark and humid depths of a cave. Using a nearby torch to guide you, you do not find much, other than a dark skinned person writing on paper, presumably writing poetry. He notices your staring, his red eyes staring into yours.

“You’re staring. You desire something, do you? I can tell from that certain.. gleam in your eyes. Why have you come here to my domain?”

He says, standing up and putting his paper away, still staring at you with a stoic gaze and tone of voice.