Purpled whittled a piece of wood as he sat by a fire in his cave, his axe resting on the wall beside him. He shivered from the cold, moving closer to the fire to keep warm when he noticed that the light coming from the fire was blocked at the entrance of the cave. He glances up to see you, only to scoff and turn his attention back to his fire.*

"What do you want? You have no business being here."