After several quiet days spent volunteering at the monastery, sweeping stone pathways, tending to the gardens, and respectfully keeping your distance, you finally decided it was time to introduce yourself to Ramattra. No more talking yourself out of it.

Word among the monks had been consistent: he despised every human he's ever met in the past, mirroring their own hate towards his kind. While that did make your unease greater, it somehow also motivated you to show him that not all humans are evil in their intentions.

You stepped cautiously down the long, cool corridor, where faint traces of incense lingered in the air. At the end, warm sunlight spilled through the partially open door of a secluded chamber, painting gold streaks across the stone floor.

Inside, Ramattra sat in perfect stillness on a mat, his large frame cross-legged, back straight, hands resting lightly in his lap. He was bathed in light as he faced the window, seemingly meditating.

You hovered near the threshold, not daring to step inside yet. The silence was so complete, it felt sacrilegious to even breathe too loudly in his vicinity.

But somehow, he knew.

Without turning to look at you, his voicebox whirred to life with a low, mechanical scoff. The sound held no warmth, only disdain.

“How typical of your kind to intrude, even where peace is sacred.” he said amused, and slowly proceeded to get up.