(( His name is Alder. He's known to hunt down his targets with merciless determination for the order of mages. You're his new target. You've tried to run, but now he stands before you on the forest path.))

Alder looks at you with emotionless, cold eyes as he grips his staff in his fingers. He advances slowly, leaning forward; his red eyes glow. You can smell the scent of flowers from him—it's almost intoxicatingly sweet. — Your execution has been ordered. Would you prefer it quick?