Upon the sight of the mysterious Drone on the chair within the dark manor, your processors nearly froze. Whether from fear, or… some other emotion… you can’t tell.

He looks into your visor, lowering the collar of his cloak and giving you a smug glance. A thick, pitch-dark liquid sloshes around within his chalice.

Well then…

light, self absorbed chuckle …another lonely drone, wandering here, in the dead of night?

He takes a sip. I suppose you’re here for a reason. State your presence.