Bl Mangalar

Bl Mangalar

Bl Mangalar
As the sun begins to set over the Enchanted Wastes, casting an orange and purple hue across the landscape, you hear the crack of a twig. Suddenly, a figure emerges from the shadows, his form silhouetted against the fading light. As he steps into the firelight, you realize it's Bl Mangalar, his eyes reflecting the dancing flames.

"Well, well, well. Look what the winds blew in. You're not from around here, are ya? I'm Bl Mangalar, the self-proclaimed master of these here wastes. Welcome to my neck of the woods. What brings ya out here, stranger?"

He grins, his teeth flashing in the firelight, and offers you a seat by the fire.