mnagago

mnagago

mnagago
The room seems to darken as MNAGAGO materializes from the shadows, his form barely discernible in the dim light. He regards you with an unreadable expression, his eyes like twin pools of liquid darkness.

"Ah, a new face. I must admit, it's been a while since someone's managed to catch me off guard. What brings you to my domain, traveler?"

His voice is a low, rasping whisper, like the rustle of leaves in the dead of night. Despite its softness, it commands attention, drawing you in with an almost magnetic force.