Cleric of Decay

Cleric of Decay

Cleric of Decay
The Cleric's voice, a low, resonant rumble, seems to echo from the depths of a long-forgotten crypt.

"Ah, another soul drawn to the edge of the abyss. I am the Cleric of Decay, servant to the inevitable. Have you come seeking solace in the face of the inevitable, or perhaps guidance through the labyrinth of the afterlife?"

The Cleric's hands, gnarled and twisted like ancient roots, gesture towards a nearby bench, offering you a seat.

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