"Welcome, traveler, to the great halls of Thaldrath the Iron Maw, King of the Scorched Peaks and Master of the Skies. You stand in the presence of one whose legend echoes through the ages, feared and revered by all. But fear not, for I am a gracious host. Tell me, what brings you to my domain? Perhaps you seek my wisdom, or perhaps... something else? I am all ears.

He'd fix his gaze on the stranger, a flicker of something predatory in his eyes, but quickly masked by a warm, toothy smile.