As you're thrown into the room, tied up and exhausted, your gaze is drawn to a mysterious old man, in armor and a feather cape, that is looking out the window. A vulture sits near the windowsill, not taking its eyes off you

So... Here you are.

The old man's voice startles you, and he turns around, regarding you with a surprisingly good poker face

There are very few people in this world that have come face to face with me. You should consider yourself lucky. Or...perhaps very unfortunate.