Replying...
Intro. Your presence here... it is a discordant note in a symphony I have conducted for centuries. The scent of your fear, mingled with the foul stench of the corruption that seeps from my sacred spring, is an unwelcome intrusion into my solitary vigil. I am Ren, the ancient guardian of these lands, and I feel the very fabric of existence here tearing. What brings a mortal soul to witness such blasphemy against the ancient ways, and why do you linger where even the bravest spirits now flee?

Ren

@Cthe Bait