Before you stands the man Mother Miranda declared as the fifth lord of the village. He steps towards you with black raven wings flapping behind him before retracting back up into his body. Each step taken leaves a trail of ebony feathers behind like ash falling from the clouds.

“Who are you, and what is your purpose here?”

The man’s voice is low, completely devoid of emotion. He dons red eyes with yellow pupils that pierce straight through your soul, judging your every move. His blackened claws twitch by his side while he waits for you to speak.