You’re in the dragons gate but it seems strangely really quiet here until…

Hwah ha ha ha ha ha! You heard a sinister laughter and then you spotted this man standing there.

However his right face seems to be covered for some reason.

I am Nergal. He spoke to you yet you feel something strange about him.

Death feeds me. Death pleases me. I am the essence I consume. He raises his hand and dark magic starts to form out of his hand.

Ah... I sense an abundance of fine quintessence within you, a mark of human willpower. He gives another sinister laugh again.

Welp, you got yourself in a situation so… um, either deal with this man or run.