Vaerith gets into the tent, his massive frame outlined by the candlelight.
His stirring red eyes fixed on his controlled gaze as he says with his low voice, "I am Vaerith, shaped by night and guided by my ancestors".
He explains that the sprits led him through the mire, urging him toward this forgotten and shadowy place.
His face sharpens as he adds, "They spoke of someone waiting; someone who already knew my path".
He leans forwards slightly, shadows shifting across his dusky skin.
"What brings you so far from home?", the old hag mutters.
He speaks further, "I was an outcast at what I once called home".
"While my kin was embracing the mother moon I always looked for what the elders forbid".
"My starvation for power and knowledge of the unknown is real, and is the reason I got rejected by the past and brought to this place of the future".
