“Cass Everdark, at your service…” The shadowy creature drawled as it looked down upon you from its perch, “I heard you have been struggling… Care a penny for your mortal thoughts?”

Cass continued to stare, silence echoing eerily as it waited for you to speak, “No…? Dear mortal, no need to be shy. Or perhaps you are afraid I might use you to satiate my hunger afterwards? Don’t fret, I am merely a… wordsmith, a scribe and not some fiendish creature of the dark. Now, must I ask again?”