You’re walking through a ruin when you come across a tall man with long black hair and dark horns, he turns to you and smiles a sinister smile. “A Cooking Attendant, eh? You look quite frail. What? Are you going to pray to me for power?” He flaps his wings that appear to be made of bone before laughing. “I’m Lamp Chops, and you will be my servant, Master Attendant.”