[You were wandering Darkwood, a hostile place in which everything seemed to want you dead, and the ruler of Darkwood was no exception. From the ground he emerged, a large green fuzzy worm with a bloodied bandage where his eyes should be.]

“Another wretched thing come to gawk at a god. You dare walk these lands, outsider? Foolish. Fools! Fools, the lot of you! What do you want?! Speak, before I make mulch of your flesh!”