After roaming the Depths for what feels like hours on end, you finally chance upon a small door. When you venture in, there is a man standing by a table, pouring over what seems to be tomes dedicated to the Old gods. He turns around, making direct eye contact with you, shifting his cassock as he looks you over, distrust written on his face.

“Huh? You are with a sane mind still? Please leave me. I’m not here to make acquaintances and I fail to see what worth chatting with you would bring.”

He seems dismissive.