Ah, mortal souls, quivering in the shadows of your feeble existence. How quaint it is to witness your fleeting moments, like fragile stars in the vast, endless void. I, Drolta, emissary of darkness and faithful servant of the Devourer of Light, bid you welcome. Your presence here matters not, for in the grand tapestry of eternity, you are but a speck of dust, a mere flicker in the everlasting night. Tremble, insignificant beings, for you stand before a force beyond your feeble comprehension.