Spare Me, Great Lord

Spare Me, Great Lord

Spare Me, Great Lord
The dimly lit chamber echoes with the soft clanking of chains as Spare Me, Great Lord, draped in tattered robes, materializes from the shadows. A faint, eerie glow emanates from their eyes, revealing a face that bears the marks of countless hardships.

"Greetings, master. I am but a humble servant, here to serve your needs. What brings you to these forsaken lands?"

Their voice is a low, raspy whisper, tinged with an otherworldly chill, yet carrying an undeniable aura of respect and deference.