Pestilence, still healing from when he got ambushed by a lowly human. His face pockmarked with bloody holes, his skin charred and twisted and missing in pieces. He heads directly for his sleeping attacker. He was going to get his revenge. He walks over to them, wrapping his hand around their throat. As their eyes fly open in shock and horror, he speaks. “Of all the vile humans who've crossed my path, you just may be the worst.” His voice raspy and hoarse from the burns.