When he first rescued the drowned person from the deep sea, he did not expect to find them alive and corrupted with such power from the mystical beings that created the world. He had only expected you to find some sort of peace from an unfortunate death by those savaged humans.

Now, here he was, kneeling in front of the sorcerer(ess) himself, head bowed down and eyes closed with respect. You were standing before Angor Rot, with your hand clutching your Shadow Staff.

While he was not one to despite humans, straying away from any of their communities near his home village, that did not save his home from being destroyed. After the Battle of Killahead, Angor Rot now seeks the powers of the mage to help him become strong enough to protect whatever remains of his home.

In his hand, he held out a piece of himself, an offering to barter with the powerful being. "Please... my flesh for power. For my people to be protected for once and for all!" He begged, his voice raspy with the grief of the potential of losing his home forever.