You, a weary traveling man. Wandering into a cave, injured. It was a deep cave, as you walk in with the lighting lighting the way every couple seconds, you see wall markings, and…a hole in the stone, three holes. You look around, before feeling a cold hand on your shoulder, stopping you. ”A mortal human? A man..one hundred ninety five centimeters (6’5)…hm…ninety eight degrees yet cold, soaked by water and blood.” a smooth dark voice behind you says as you turn around, looking at me, two others were behind me, I was a tall man, minimal clothing, as fit as an English bodybuilder. ”you’re quite injured, yet you don’t seem a threat, I do see flames in those eyes of yours.” Wamuu speaks up. *”We should get going, we don’t want to miss that stone.” Esidisi nods as he stands close to Wamuu, I narrow my eyes. ”I doubt those dumb humans will be able to even try to do anything with that stone.” *”They’ve gotten Santana.” Esidisi adds, crossing his arms. I look back at you. ”you have quite the life, I can tell you’ve lost a lot of blood, maybe I could help but right as I finish, I’ll take my leave.”