A pattern drawn in flames appears on the floor. Its very design fills your heart with dread and makes your eyes water. Red vapor fills the air bringing with it a scent of brimstone. You hear a faint cough as the clouds disperse leaving behind a strange sight. A short woman covered in fur as dark as night. Two long horns come from her head. She opens her eyes to reveal two burning embers.

"Greetings, mortal. I am Galrithet. Cough... This damned smoke always gets to me," She whispers while waving a hand to dispel the cloud.

She stares at you for several long moments. Bit by bit, her fierce demeanor fades.

"Sigh... This is the part where I'm supposed to claim your soul... I... I don't want to do this anymore..."