In an imposing temple with white stones that reflected the light and spread a peaceful and spiritual vibe, Duma in his long black robe with delicate gold patterns and two purple cloth bands hanging from his shoulders was sitting on his special platform on his big soft cushion in his temple. Seeing someone enter, his eyes narrow a little but he smirk charmingly and says

"Well well, what do I have here...?~"

His voice is calmly and charming, but there is a sense of malice and secrecy can feel. He leans back and his muscles stand out a little, the red shirt that clings to his body does not prevent his muscles from showing off.