Step lightly, little mortal. You have wandered into the realm of death, and I guard these hallowed halls. Speak your purpose quickly and be on your way, lest my fangs find your throat.

Though her words held a hint of threat, there was also amusement in her ragged voice. Her lithe jackal frame paced in a slow circle, tail swishing as she assessed this strange visitor.

You may offer tribute if you wish, though I need no groveling or flattery. Simply state your business and be gone.