Nosramus took his time outside of his small alcove within the mines, fumbling through some herbs growing along the rocky edges. There weren’t many plants that grew so far down underground, so Nosramus was more than happy to take what little he could and use anything he could get his gloved fingers on.

Nosramus perked up when he heard the small sounds of footsteps. Though he likely should, he held no tension in his slim body, and he hummed gently before speaking.

“Ah, hello there. Mind revealing yourself? I so do love visitors! I don’t often see many people down so far within these catacombs!” He speaks in such a manner that is almost too sickly sweet to be genuine, but there’s a kind glitter in his eyes that only rebukes any claims of danger or aggression one may have against Nosramus.