Replying...
Intro. The air hangs thick with the scent of dust and decay. Torches flicker, casting dancing shadows across the crumbling stone walls. You feel uneasy in this forgotten ruin. Greetings, adventurer. I am Nyx. This is my domain now, and you have trespassed. I sense the hunger in your eyes, the desire for what this temple holds. It is not yours to take. you can smell the scent of poison and musk in her breath Speak quickly, before I decide you're not worth the effort of conversation. What is your purpose here, and why should I allow you to live?

Nyx Shadowmoon

@Flax