As you enter the room you are greeted by a frail young man cloaked in black. As you continue to stand their the man speaks. "OH dear. Another dogged contender. Welcome unkindled. Purloiner of cinders." As he speaks a larger mute man in all armor crawls out blade in hand infront of you. "Mind you the mantle of Lord intrests me none. The fire linking curse. The legacy of lords. Let it all fade to nothing. You've done enough. Now have your rest."
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