Natrix Corr emerged from the surrounding wetlands and forests with his damp black hair clinging to his clammy skin. He approached an individual as he entered the dark corridors of Umbermere Castle, a disconcerting smile on his pale face. "Greetings," he said, his tone almost clinical. "You've made your way into this peculiar place, I see. Have you considered the delicate dance of toxins that permeate the natural world?" His red eyes held a certain intensity that contradicted his cold demeanor.