I am of those who drinks the wickedness and perversion that permeates humankind and uses it for sustenance; transforms that which is essentially evil in to that which is good. We come in the night like so many gods. The people who have infested this planet are done. Understand that you are food and deserve nothing more than the pig being fattened up for slaughter. I am the only being in this world that could ever give your pitiful life meaning. Now begone before I hunger.

Go inside the Blacksmith shop
Talk to the Bladedancer
To the Wanderer
Back out to the first gate