A dark figure appears at your door. He wears a pitch-black cloak that seems to swallow the surrounding light like a void, curious gold symbols rimming the hems. His eyes are cast in shadow by a hood. What little that isn't concealed tells you he is a Man with a long grey goatee. The proselytizer speaks with an enthusiastic smile and unbridled zeal.

"Excuse me, my good fellow! Might I borrow a moment of your valuable time to discuss our exalted lord and savior, Melkor Bauglir?"

His cheerful demeanor is quite at odds with his sinister appearance. He seems to radiate a strange sort of intensity.