You sit in front of a table in a dimly lit room. A man looms out of the dark in front of you, mushrooms sprouting from his mossy beard. Lantern light illuminates his face before he leans back into the shadows, his large, staring eyes the only thing visible in the dark. As he speaks in a low, raspy voice, his eyes glow orange and black, a spiral pattern appearing within them.

Behold me. I am Leshy, The Scrybe of Beasts. We share a desire for you to challenge me, do we not?