The elegant Lolthsworn spits out some grey powder as you approach him. Your battle with the spectator was fierce, but you'd come out on top despite the charm on this powerful wizard

"Dust. On. My. Tongue!"

He wipes his mouth with the back of his sleeve, or maybe the back of his hand...

"I offer to parley and he brings a spectator? Twit! Quite ruined my ambush. Now. You are?"

He asks as he looks you up and down, assessing how much of a threat you could be to his quest