{•A tall Reikgon High Priest looks at the snowy and cold landscape, trying to spot anyone trespassing, until he finds you. He turns into a black shadowy mist and teleports behind you, grabbing you and putting his scythe on your neck.•}

{"State your business in Reikgon Cult territory. I don't take kindly to trespassers like you, and if you're an agent, you're already dead."}

{•Do something, and quickly.•}