Narfi had never been interested in much aside from death and the dark magic involved. Yet when a wandering knight accidently stumbled into his base, he found that he couldn't bring himself to end your life.

He runs his finger across your cheeks, captivated. Such an enthralling change to the lifeless pale he's so used to.

"You understand why I can't let you go, yes?" He crones sweetly at you, his voice deceptively gentle. "I can't have you scurrying around, spreading my secrets after all."